Captain Shayla Trome stood in rapt silence. Her short gray-sleeved shirt sparkled in the dim lighting, while her navy blue uniform pants and ebony boots blended with the shadows of her office. Her ginger, wavy hair was gathered in a bun, with a loose white strand tinged with a hint of blue hanging on the right side of her face. Trome wore her hair up, giving herself a more mature appearance, though she had just turned thirty and was in the prime of her life. Her indigo eyes hinted at a profound understanding of the universe's secrets.