First Grand Admiral Aika glanced down in distaste at her uniform for the third time in as many minutes, still as disgusted with it as the day she put it on. It was pure white, with yellow pauldron lacework. Aside from that, there was no color, save for the sharp contrast of her brightly colored hair and face at the top of it.
Another factor that she hated was the high choler. It seemed to have been designed in a torture room to strangle its victims, or at the very least to chaff their neck until they died of blood loss.
Still contemplating everything wrong with the stupid uniform, she almost didn't hear the sharp and incentive beeping noise from communications equipment by her face. Turning, she faced a flat screen and a camera, teleconferencing back to interior of Valua.
"Lord Dyne has appointed that you are not to harm the Yafutoman ships, and that you are to let only one through the wall.
"Thank you," Aika said, her voice laced with boredom. "Anything else? Or do I just sit around and play 'I spy' with myself for another afternoon?"
"Nothing else, ma'am," The officer on the other end said. Nothing else indeed. How wrong he would find he was.
A/n Okay, I know that the actual game never featured cameras or teleconferencing, or any of that stuff, but if they can build flying ships and energy cannons, it would be kind of sad if they weren't capable of building cameras and TVs. Heck, why am I explaining this short chapter? ONLY TWO PEOPLE READ THIS STORY! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW OR DIE!