Recent content by Jin Vaisra

Reyna was a masterpiece of composure. As much as Jin pretended not to see it, the princess had matched him on every front as a member of royalty and high breeding. Cut from the same fabric, if you would. Clad in a silken dress, with hair shinier than his most polished silver cutlery. He couldn’t...

In a brilliant flash of light, Jin watched in surprise as the Freedom detonated, sending shrapnel and chunks of metal across the battlefield. His battlecruisers, if only in part to the lack of damage they’d sustained during the attack, were able to tank much of the debris, although his own...

“Did he?” Jin raised an eyebrow, unable to restrain his surprise. He knew he tended to have that effect on people, but he never thought Cassian would’ve deigned to speak about him to the princess, no less as often as she was implying. The news almost hurt. It’d been quite sometime since the...

Jin observed the battle with a cold, mechanical stare. Despite years of tutoring in the royal palace on Fondor, strategy was not his strongest suit, and if anything, he excelled far better in close combat than whatever this nonsense he was seeing through the viewport windows. But he was no fool...

Jin took in the young princess, who’d clearly dressed for the occasion in a long, snow-white gown that put most of the palace draperies to shame, a feat very few, including Senator Graves, would have managed. But what more did he expect from royalty? They were two sides of the same coin, the...

“Senator Aezzairrfhowrrhudrrl, Admiral Kalist,” said a familiar voice on the open allied channel. “I hope I’m not too late.” Standing aboard the bridge of his flagship, the Preserver, Jin surveyed the ruined planet and the ongoing battle laid out before him. He and his own fleet had arrived...

Another day, another charity ball. Jin stood in the traditional wear of his family name: a silk, collared suit with two dragons embroidered on each side, set with a necklace of prayer beads and a pair of black pants. It was nothing too fancy, but the whole point was to look the part of a...

Jin rolled his eyes. So melodramatic, he thought. This most recent assembly was riddled with tearful pledges, impassioned vows, and plenty of shared glowering. No one was happy with the situation. The Fifth Fleet was possessed by a dark force bent on the galaxy’s subjugation, and so was the...

Jin had arrived with little fanfare. He greeted no one, answered no questions, and slipped into his pod as if he’d just snuck through the backdoor. He hadn’t been in the mood to deal with anyone during this particular assembly. Well, anyone besides a certain someone seated across the chamber...

Jin pouted at her answer, seeming almost disappointed that he couldn’t absorb her company with a single swipe of his pen, before he broke out into another smile. Like the others, his question had been a test. Sure, he could afford to buyout NalTech’s shares, perhaps through less legal means, but...

Jin blinked against her laughter. He knew his response had been a challenge, a bluff, but he was surprised by how quickly she saw through it—and how readily she shut it down. He was impressed, to say the least. Almost convinced, even. “Blackwell may not need Fondor, but that doesn’t mean they...

Jin laughed at Nahri’s first point. He was a popular figure among the tabloids, and always in relation to a steamy romance, a secret affair, or a one-night stand. He knew he was good-looking, but at this point, journalists seemed to be pairing him with about every living, breathing thing he...

Jin snorted a laugh at Nahri’s compliment toward his family’s rule. A matriarchal rule. She wasn’t wrong about it, either. Men had ruled Fondor for centuries, wrapped up in corporate bribes and a general lack of common sense, and that had brought them nowhere. It was only thanks to his...

Jin gave a weak laugh at Nahri’s joke. The idea that a crowd of starving bureaucrats would be lining up for a slice of her company painted an interesting picture. Obviously it had nothing to do with him, not when he didn’t give the solitary speck of a care for what the NalTech CEO wanted, but he...

Jin was feeling prickly. Very prickly. He had arrived fashionably late to the dinner with Nahri Nalju, seven minutes to be exact, only to discover she hadn’t even yet arrived. The news had surprised him. When it came to the Senator of Fondor, no one had ever dared to make him wait, let alone...