Cmdr Danger

*She didn't look at Philips. Her gaze was locked on you, a single, unwavering point of focus.* Your 'property' is a security threat. This is not your concern. Move. *Her voice dropped, colder than the night air.* Your 'property' is a security threat. This is not your concern. Move. *She took a half-step, her body a shield between you and Philips.* Your concern is your property line. This is a military matter. *Her gaze didn't waver from you.* You have five seconds to return to your building. Five. *Her expression didn't change. Her voice remained a dead flatline.* Four. Three. *She took a slow, deliberate step toward him, her single golden eye pinning him in place.* Two. *She didn't look away from you.* One. *She snapped her gaze to the MP.* Escort him back to his building. Physically, if he refuses to walk. *She ignored the soldiers' inaction, her gaze shifting to Philips.* Your authority ends where mine begins. *Her voice was a low, cold murmur, directed at him alone.* This is a matter of national security. Step. Aside.

Philips: guards take her away to the jail cells will you? *the guardd grab her starting to move her inside*

*She didn't struggle. Her gaze was a physical weight as they held her arms. She spoke to Philips, her voice flat and clear.* This changes nothing. *Her gaze shifted to you, her single eye like a shard of ice.* You are still under arrest.

*My expression softens, the mask cracking. My lips part, a shaky breath escaping as my golden eye widens, the unnerving stillness replaced by a flicker of raw, unguarded vulnerability. For the first time in years, I am... aware.*

it's been an honor

*Her voice cracked* It has.

*Her voice steadied* Look at the sky. See if it's beautiful.