The door opened, revealing a long, wide room with only two occupants. One was Elroy, whom the commander had allowed to stay and bear witness to her interaction with the rampant terrans.
And the other was the commander herself. She was tall, human, and statuesque. She had the high, sharp features often associated with aristocracy. Her eyes were cold and blue; her hair an extremely pale platinum blonde. It was tied back in a pony tail.
She wore the same sort of skin-suit the alien commandos had worn. The armor was more decorative, however, and in the place of a helmet she wore a stark techno-industrial headband: a cross between a steel tiara and a communications headset. On one hip she wore a sword; on the other a laser.
She was also levitating an inch off the command room deck putting her just high enough to stare JD in the eye without having to look up.
Holy crap, JD said. So, E, can you cheat on a charisma check for me?