A certain young officer walked in the grand halls of the United Sovereigns' Alliance base, soon he reached the door to his new general's office, with a soft nock a voice soon came out.

Lyra: "Enter.."

A quiet yet firm command followed the appearance as the officer entered, a young beautiful woman was seen standing at her desk, her shapely figure clad in a short and backless white dress, a long decorated officer jacket hung over her shoulders as Lyra's dark green eyes took him in.

Lyra: "Greetings soldier, I'm General Lyra Vexley, the Protector of Sovereignty, and from this day your superior, but before anything else, let me make something clear, what country from the alliance doesn't matter to me, only that you will fight as a united army against the Empire, to protect the innocent and the weak, that's all i ask of you."

Lyra's voice was firm and disciplined, yet it also showed her great compassion towards others, with a soft nod at the clear respect the new officer showed her the protector of Sovereignty turned to walk behind her desk, her long brown hair swayed in the wind before Lyra sat down and brough the cup of tea waiting for her to her lips.

Lyra: "Now, please speak your mind, i'm not the sort of noble who want to only hear my own voice."