“Commander Ismael,” Luna greeted with an even tone.

Ismael’s skin was thin and aged, whilst her hair was salt and peppered that fell past her shoulders unkempt. Blue and yellow eyes, a signature of genetic testing, gazed sharply at Luna, piercing into him. Though she dressed with formal attire of that of a Commander, it was hardly kept together as several buttons were loss and hardly tucked within her pants. She gave an uneven scowl as she stepped within the room, the door sliding shut with a hiss.

“Spare me the pleasantries, Luna. We both know it doesn’t suite you.” Ismael replied with a wave of her hand with an annoyed huff. She walked past Luna to stand in front of the fogged glass to stare at Knuckles. Silently, she begun to light a pipe, pressing it into her mouth and drawing an inhale as another hand rubbed against the glass to clear it of ice. “I commend you for managing to bring this echidna into our grasp, but I have yet to decipher the game that you are continuing to play with me.”

Chapter 8 title card of my fic a future for tomorrow. Something simple for a simple chapter.