Kamila had never been summoned in a Commander's office except when she had been promoted from Second to First Lieutenant. After years of hard work, she hoped Berion would give her an opportunity to prove her worth.
'I don't want to spend my life being an analyst and a handler.' She thought while giving him a salute.
Commander Berion was a man in his early thirties, 1.8 (5'11") meters tall with pitch-black hair and eyes. His pale blue uniform could resemble a high-end coat with a standing collar over pants of matching quality and color.
The only distinguishing features were the Commander silver epaulets on his shoulders and the insignias above his heart.
"At ease, Lieutenant." Berion said while inventing her to sit down.
He didn't mince words describing how bad was Othre's crisis nor how important was for the army to not lose in the ongoing power play.
