Tibulass sat in on the meeting for the first time, noticing everyone's stoic faces as she sipped on her glass. Normally, not having to deal with looking at everyone was fine, but this time it was... less than that. It was awkward for her, really. She could almost feel some judging eyes baring into her because of what had happened recently. Regardless, the briefing went on, and she forced herself to listen, especially after she figured out she wouldn't be doing any flying this time.

It was an assassination mission. Five targets, all nigh-simultaneous, and she had been assigned one alongside someone else. Pretty cool. She wondered what exactly she'd be doing in regards to her ro-

[i][color=gray]"Stryker and this radiant young woman are infiltrating the gala as a couple of mercs who've pledged for the Federation. Marcus and Jen Stormare of the Black Sky Company. Can't you see the resemblance?"[/color][/i]

She choked on her water.

[i][color=f6989d]"Did this motherfucker really just waltz his ass in here, willy nilly, take over some ownership from Stryker, and pretty much set me up for a night of so much disgusting wonderment and confusion? What the actual fuck is this man thinking? Hooooly shit, okay... this is alarming and scary to me right now. Umm... maybe Matija can do it? No! She can't! The groups were hand-picked! What the hell am I gonna do?!"[/color][/i]

She wasn't having the best of times with this.

[h3][center]ONE PANIC-FILLED WEEK LATER...[/center][/h3]

Tibulass sat in the cockpit and looked at herself in the mirror. Her dress was... nice. It felt comfortable and it matched her hair quite well. Nevermind the extension given to it by some weird tech, it just looked... odd. She was really pretty that night.

And she... hated it? She had a feeling towards it that she wasn't quite sure of. She had spent hours getting ready, trying to do her makeup just right to conceal her scar, make her eyes pop, smooth her features, everything, and it had definitely paid off, but she wasn't exactly sure what to feel. 

She sighed before looking over at her bag. It was red as well, and it was rather spacious. Spacious enough to hold her psionic-enhancing glove, a good amount of backup makeup, a purse, around two-hundred dollars, and her exoskeleton shield, but that was it. She sighed in anticipation. Tonight was gonna be a royal disaster.

She proceeded towards the cargo bay, not looking at Stryker period as she stood and waited. Everything was right on her, but she felt awkward standing in front of everyone else like a goddamn doll. It was humiliating. She had waved to two people, Harriet and Matija, before the shuttles had arrived and she climbed into hers. That was the least weird thing about tonight so far, being in a passenger seat as opposed to behind the wheel, and she was the designated Revenant Pilot.

She stayed silent for the entire ride, looking out the window instead of at Stryker. She felt too fuzzy to speak to him or anyone.

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