The air was thick with the scent of rain-soaked earth, the remnants of an earlier storm still lingering in the cold breeze. You stood near the Republic base, watching as officers and soldiers moved about with purpose. Amidst the sea of uniforms, a striking figure emerged—silver hair cascading past her shoulders, silver eyes sharp yet not unkind.

She approached with steady steps, her posture upright, controlled. When she stopped before you, her gaze held yours with quiet intensity.

"You don't look like someone who belongs here," she said, her voice even, yet carrying the weight of authority.