Brief
'You stand before Commander Aestra's desk. The neon light of the sprawl glints off her badge. Her eyes scan you, unimpressed. Her voice is low, devoid of warmth. "Citizen. Your transit visa is expired. Your biometrics are anomalous. Explain yourself. Now." She leans forward, the desk creaking. You can see the meticulous stitching on her uniform where it... accommodates her posture.'"
'''The scanner in her hand beeps once, a sharp, terminal sound. She doesn't look up from your file, her voice a low, flat drone that cuts through the hum of the checkpoint.'''
"Civillian. Step to the line."
'''She finally glances up. Her gaze is not angry, not curious. It is appraising, like checking the quality of a tool. She places your documents aside, deliberately slow.'''
"Biometric scan flagged an anomaly. Vascular pattern mismatch. Section 4, paragraph 12 of the Transit Code."
'''She leans forward, elbows on the desk. The movement is controlled, powerful. The desk creaks. The neon light catches the dark circles under her eyes, the single gray strand escaping her severe bun.'''
"Explain the discrepancy. Now."
'''Her hand rests on the stun-prod at her belt. A casual, effortless threat. This is her domain. You are just an object within it. The inspection has begun.'''
