"She's a spy, I swear!" [b]Trayven Camp, 1000 Hours ======================[/b] A loud thud was heard then, as a scout forced the woman down onto her knees. The scout being accompanied by two others. The woman had blue skin seen under the hard leather and purple cloth of her outfit, stark white hair adorning her fair face, sapphire eyes framed by soft skin. The woman was alien, human looking, but alien. "Isabella! I found a spy, a Tribune spy!" he shouted then, beckoning to the Trayven commander. "I'm not a spy." came the short reply, a calm voice, a slight edge to it as her glowing blue eyes shifted back to glare at the soldier. The scout raised his rifle, and struck the blue woman's back, releasing a sharp gasp and then s growl of irritation. Gwen wasn't a spy, and all she had been doing was picking over the remains of her old apartment. But the scout was so sure of himself. In truth she could have killed him easily, snuffed out his light like nothing. But she didn't, knowing it would only cause more problems. The scout grinned, staring down at the woman. She didn't have a scar or blemish on her, which was odd for a spy. He held a sword in his left hand, which had belonged to the woman, some weird design, which hummed with power. It was odd. Maybe he would keep it. Looking back up then, he grimaced, and called again. "Isabella!" [spoiler]Orn[/spoiler]