The sudden, cacophonous noise of the wailing sirens pierced Aurallia's calm as the ship departed the blissful chaos of the warp. The pitch black eyes cast over the small room and despite the way the ship shuddered and buck beneath her, the girl never so much as swayed. Lean arms rose up to stretch and for a brief moment the muscles bunched and strained unnaturally as if something stretched inside of the girl. The ship finally finished its thrashing protest of its exit into real space and Aura moved gracefully around the room to set her meagre possessions back into their proper places.<br/><br/>Once that had been done, Aurallia sighed at the sound of the Inquisitor's voice over the vox system. The blissful time of relaxation and enjoyment was at an end. Such a pity. She had almost felt at home amongst the opulence of the Battle Cruiser. The thought of actually have to go on the mission both exhilarated and disappointed the girl. There was definite potential for corruption here: pride, sloth, gluttony, and most definitely lust. The pensive pout creased her lips while she dressed, slipping into a simple but form-fitting dark robe and adjusting the sash around her narrow waist. She stepped into her soft slippers and ran her fingers through her hair.<br/><br/>With that, she stepped from her room and began the long walk toward the Captain's quarters. All the while she hummed a tune of her own, ignoring the bland music of the vox system. To those that passed within earshot, it seemed to briefly dull the senses making most have to pause to remember where they had been going and struggling to remember why it was important. No one had said that she could not have a little fun while slipping gracefully through the long, drab corridors. Her black eyes slid over every one that passed, and she often favoured them with a soft smile. The innocent look of this body was wonderful for garnering trust. Even with her eyes, most people could not help but react positively.<br/><br/>As she neared the Captain's quarters, Aura began to move more exaggerated in her graceful steps, practically skipping the last of the distance to the door. She announced her arrival with a surprisingly strong knock that reverberated through the thick metal door. Then she simply leaned on the side of the door, stretching languidly and waited to be admitted.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>