[i]As Alpha sat at the war table, Freya Trayven would simply study her.[/i] [i]The commander was different. She wasn't towering, yet she wasn't short, a uniform of purple and white adorning her body. A gilded chestplate of steel would rest upon her being, accompanied by necessary pauldrons and gauntlets. Short, vibrant red hair fell from her head, as two orange eyes studied the newest arrival.[/i] "...Ma'am, if you represent the Dojo, I should tell you that a council is underway. Though.. you don't look the type to assist the Dojo. Who are you, ma'am?"