Respect Still Not Earned?

Stomping through the hallways of the ' branch office, young Vice-Admiral; Sengoku D. Autumn face was obviously filled with frustration. He hair swayed in the wind she made with her swift and heavy movements. Many people poked their heads out from their rooms, just to get a view at the young lady. Many were infatuated by just her physical appearance, but even more by her facial expression. Taking notice of the nosy people in the base, Autumn let out a furious command. "All officers ranking lower than Rear Admiral, please return to your rooms! And that's an order!" Just as it was quiet, the resonating sound of Marine officers shutting their doors sang across the hallway of the base.

Well, all except one. There was always that once person, no matter what the situation may be, that wanted to stick out. And as of this time, it would be the same case. "We don't have to listen to you!" The lieutenant shouted back at the Vice-Admiral.

"I thought I said..." Changing her view from the door at the end of the hallway instead to the lieutenant bold enough to open his mouth, she snapped. The faint sound of thundering barked, and electricity began to generate around her body. Holding her hand out at the rebellious lieutenant, she discharged a stream of lightning towards him. Continuing on the path she had been originally following, she had returned to her normal self.

After heading to the door for about fifteen more seconds, she had finally been able to grab onto the door knob. Swinging the door open, behind the desk sitting was a man of blonde hair and a wicked mustache. "Admiral Warren!" She shouted, as thunderous as ever.