( Honor refilled her hot chocolate... )

She was clad in her Grayson uniform today, bright blues standing out strongly against the neutral khaki of the beach and the stark black of the Tankersley beyond. Her combination cover was on the sand next to her feet, and Nimitz hovered just inside the cabin of the ship, avoiding the graininess and moisture of the sand. Brown eyes followed a stone ( Read more... )

Honor stood at the front of the classroom, dressed a little differently than per her normal. The Royal Manticoran Navy uniform or casual khakis had been exchanged for a long, flowing white dress, over which she wore a vest of teal green. It was the same green that her bodyguard, Andrew LaFollet wore with his uniform, recognized on her homeworlds as ( Read more... )

Today, Nimitz prowled restlessly around the room, his attention focussed on something. In her mind, Honor had a distinct feeling he was stalking something, but what it was, she couldn't quite make out. She shook her head and decided to leave well enough alone. By the time students began filing in, she was back at her usual place in the front of the ( Read more... )

As was usual by now, Honor sat on the front edge of the desk at the front of the room, with the treecat, Nimitz, stretched out on the desk behind her. Her attention was focused closely on the minicomp in her hand as she reviewed her notes for the class today. The recent research had been very enlightening - she’d drawn many parallels between the ( Read more... )

As the students filed in, Honor was seated on the front edge of the desk, her feet almost touching the ground. Nimitz sprawled out on the desk behind her, enjoying an impromptu and very cat-like nap. This was a discussion he'd heard several times before, being around Honor, Hamish, and Willie as much as he had been. Glancing back over her shoulder ( Read more... )

Honor leaned against the edge of the desk at the front of the classroom as the students filed in, half-standing, half-sitting. She wore civvies today -- khakis and a fitted tee, her long hair hanging free around her face. Her left arm seemed permanently bent at the elbow and she held it close in to her body; it didn't seem to move at all, even as ( Read more... )

Honor was in her usual position at the front of the classroom, leant against the front of the desk, arms folded across her chest, with Nimitz looking out from the perch on her shoulder. The usual assortment of hot chocolate, coffee, water, and whatever else Mac saw fit to drag in waited by the sign-in sheet just inside the door ( Read more... )

Honor stood in her usual position at the front of the room, again clad in her uniform, and Nimitz perched in his usual position on her shoulder. Behind her, on the screen, a map of ancient Athens and Sparta was visible; on the table to her left, the sign-in sheet waited, along with offerings of coffee, hot chocolate, water, and light snacks. A ( Read more... )

As the students entered the room, they would have spotted Admiral Harrington standing before the board. Three words began to take shape: power, total war, security dilemma. Once this was done, she moved back to her usual position at the front of the room; Nimitz crawled up and took his position on her shoulder, his scimitar-shaped claws digging ( Read more... )