[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#ff0000]Scarleth "Ruby Red" Pevensey[/color][/h1][img]http://stream1.gifsoup.com/view7/3129217/eliza-dushku2-o.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DosIvd-FdhI]Music[/url] filled the training room, as Scarleth threw dagger after dagger at the targets. With each throw, she twirled them a bit, and gradually began to throw in different acrobatics. She did flips, handstands, and even threw in some 360 combat routines. Once she ran out of knives, she switched to her gun, shooting bullet after bullet. She never missed, a dead shot. By the time she ran out of ammunition, even then, Scarleth wasn't done. Doing backflips down the range, she retrieved her knives, only to throw them again, dodging the firing of imaginary throws. Strangely, in the midst of this imagined combat, Scarleth was at her most beautiful. She didn't fit in, herself, among finery and china. That was a façade that she wore, one that made her appear to belong. 

Her eyes glanced upwards, hearing the announcement across the ship. Pressing the lightest kiss to her weapon, she reloaded it, as well as retrieving her knives once more. From the communications, Scarleth figured that it was going to be decently cold. Pulling the hood up on her uniform, she put the slight cloth across her face, only keeping her eyes visible. It wasn't going to be a mission that would need her to seduce anyone, and she didn't particularly feel like catching a cold. 

Making her way to the bridge, Scarleth listened quietly to Callum's briefings. The lack of information wasn't something that she particularly enjoyed. Her line of trade revolved around understanding the enemy before the enemy had a chance to understand her. It was to kill quickly, to get in and get out. All information would be given to her, allowing her to know the location better than she knew herself. 

And here, here she was sent on a suicidal mission with no information. Had emotions not been drilled out of her, turning her into a textbook psychopath, she would have felt a little of the same fear. Instead, Scarleth stared ahead, unwavering. Now wasn't the time to allow herself to feel her emotions. It was time to get to work. 

[color=ff0000]"We need more information than this,"[/color] Scarleth said simply, her eyes flickering over to Callum. [color=ff0000]"A small group should investigate prior to launching any sort of attack. Recklessness will only ensure our deaths."[/color]