Ash turned to see a woman with short red hair curled over her face and down the sides of her head, with a spiky tuft of hair coming from the bottom of her hair and another one on the upper front of her hair. Her eyes were just as red, and she wore a black-and-silver uniform with a round skirt and silver knee-high boots.
"Alright, kid, where's Azelf?" she asked aggressively.
"What?" was all he could say in his confusion.
She closed the distance surprisingly quickly and grabbed his arm so tightly that it hurt.
"I won't ask again! Where's... where's..." she began sounding like she was losing her train of thought.
Ash felt something enter him through her hand, into his arm. As it did so, the lights of her eyes began to dim.
"Let go of me!"
She did so immediately, almost like she didn't have a choice.
"Who are you?" he asked while rubbing where she held him.
"Galactic Commander Mars." Her voice was dull and emotionless. She continued to stare with blank eyes.
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