Normen Volner

Fleet, Asanii, young, Assignments Admiral.

Physical Description

Black furred with amber eyes. Younger than Brighthaven.

Nervous about violence, likes his desk job. Young and enthusiastic.

"We don’t pick battlecruiser captains out of hats. I should know, I do a lot of the picking." ^[1]
"Well, of course we know the Chatcaava are coming. It’s just a matter of how fast.” All of them stared at him and his ears colored. “I don’t like it,” he blurted. “Sun and stars, the idea terrifies me. But that doesn’t make me blind. They can’t just keep stealing us for slaves and raiding our border worlds.”^[1]
“That’s a lot though,” Volner said slowly. “Sharing an origin. A story about where we came from. That shapes a person. It doesn’t matter if a colony world Harat-Shar is so different from a homeworld Harat-Shar that they’d get along better with a Hinichi. We all know where we came from, and why. And we’re never not going to be defined by that.” ^[2]

His grandmother apparently jogs/is very fit, much to his chagrin.^[1]
gave his first seminar at a Fleet retreat about the challenges of specialist assignment versus non-specialist^[2]