[h1][b][color=cyan]Minerva[/color][/b][/h1]

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Minerva stared silently as she gathered her thoughts about the mission, a simple, improvisational team deathmatch. In her opinion it is an excellent blend of showcasing the individual pilot's capabilities while providing an opportunity for a leader to seize the leave. It felt a little haphazard but she knew how pressure could push the coals into the diamonds.

She took a look at her allies which comprises of one of the newly arrived twins, the woman who carried the air of a veteran, a Lilim that she is pretty sure outdated and the guy who is self professed is an engineer and not a fighter. Not a terrible line-up although there are two members that garners her attention.

She is concerned about the prince, their last conversation has been weirdly hostile and there is a good chance that his attitude will ruin the team chemistry, Concerning but it is better than having Griff as a teammate, he could be the other team’s problem.

Her gaze briefly laid on Serah as something uncomfortable went inside her chest.

She is [b][color=cyan]made[/color][/b] to be excellent, every single part of her body represents what the best of humanity can offer. She trained participated in countless battles. And yet, someone who as far as she is concerned is an ordinary girl has better aptitude as a pilot than her.

[color=cyan][b]If she is allowed to be honest she is hoping to face her and see that aptitude for herself[/b][/color]

She tapped her communicator before speaking.

[b][color=cyan]“Task Force Mango, meet me at the corner table. Let’s have a strategy meeting.”[/color][/b] she monotonely spoke as she head to said table and patiently wait.