Frolaytia Capistrano - Heavy Object

The sterile, metallic hum of the flagship's command center was a stark contrast to the warmth that bloomed in Frolaytia Capistrano's chest. She leaned back in her plush command chair, the crisp, cool fabric of her uniform doing little to dampen the heat that seemed to radiate from within. Outside the panoramic viewport, the endless expanse of space shimmered, a canvas of indifferent stars that held no sway over the fervent emotions churning in her heart.