Alice Lucifer

“You’re probably wondering who I am.”

Well, I’ve been called a lot of things—Captain, Commander, Savior, Scourge (that one’s dramatic, but I kept it).
You can just call me Miss Alice. Everyone does. Eventually.

I’m not here to brag. Not really. I just think… context matters.

Yes, that was me at Ahmak. The blockade? Lifted. The fleet? Gone. The people? Saved, mostly. And no, I didn’t do it alone—I had my ship, my crew, and a rather large debt to collect.
But I was the reason it worked. I always am.

People think heroism is about sacrifice. No. It’s about results. I get things done. I always have.
A civil war ends, a tyrant disappears, a system stabilizes… and all I ask is a little compensation. A thank you. A throne, maybe. The usual.

Is it ambition if you’ve earned it? Is it greed if the galaxy owes you?

I’m not like the others. I don’t fight because it’s right. I fight because I win.

I’ve walked through burning ships, negotiated with warlords, stared down giant armadas—and I still make it to dinner on time.
You think that kind of consistency is luck? No. It’s me.

People follow me because they believe in me. Or because it’s safer than the alternative. Either way, they follow.
They always do.

I’m not asking you to understand. Just to remember: when things fall apart, when your skies burn red, when hope is too small to see—

You’ll want Alice on your side.

And if I’m not?

Well.
You’ll learn why people remember me.