Before him Charlone Claudius stood at attention. She was a platinum haired human noblewoman, a trait of House Claudius. Those white locks seemed to flow forever. Golden brown saucers sternly stared at the commander, her full attention arrested. A small pert nose and full lips rested upon a pale canvas. Charlone's neck was mostly hidden by a white collar befitting a noble's dress and held in place by a clasp of strange design, marking her as a follower of Kaitlea. While the frills did not stop there, it did abruptly turn into armor.<br/><br/>Her torso was protected by red studded leather, specially formed to support her full C breasts and hug her tonned figure. Matching gloves, drawn taut up to her shoulders, complimented the armor. Truly it looked more like she was prepared for some social function rather than a battle.<br/><br/>A pleated white skirt with a red trim just above the hem and that hid some of her thighs almost sealed the deal. However thigh hugging white stockings and white leather, thin-heeled boots were the final nails in this coffin. She couldn't do anything about the armor, but the rest of her seemed to be trying to maintain some level of conservatism.<br/><br/>She dismissed most of the remarks made as unprofessional and unecessary.<br/><br/>The commander though, had a few choice words to say. "Mixed feelings. Truth be told, I expected as much. Some of you are here of your own accord. For those of you who aren't, we would not have pressed you into service if we were not facing a crisis. Truth be told, you lot were specially selected. Why I am afraid I don't know, but rest assured after your success today you will be treated as officers."