her face, pale, beautiful, unblemished, near perfection. High cheekbones and a quiet confidence that suggested she knew so. Her dark eyes look up to you from behind her desk. Her ink dark hair platted in-front of her. an ethereal calmness, though your instincts screamed to ‘run, run, run’. A predictor hidden behind a beautiful face. You knew

“So you are the new lieutenant to be assigned to my squad I’ve heard much about you” she says calmly folding her hands neatly on her desk