<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/K4JgaZu.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Name:</span></strong>Veyle Holden<br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Location:</span></strong>Shuttle Bay<br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Tags:</span></strong>Everyone and No One<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Prior to boarding the<em>Vigilant</em>, Veyle hadn't been sure exactly what to expect. In fact, she wasn't even sure how she felt about it. She should have been happy, overjoyed even to be handed an opportunity such as this on a silver platter, but that simply wasn't the case. Maybe it was just the shock of it all happening so quickly, going from being stuck on the Citadel one day, still light years away from achieving her goals to suddenly being thrown within arm's reach of them (or at least one of them), but somehow she doubted it.<br/><br/>The fact was that her mission wasn't going to be pleasurable, not to her and certainly not to those who were on her 'list', but it was something that Veyle had to go through with. She owed somebody a blood debt for saving her life, and so much more for everything else he'd given and shown her, none of which could ever be repaid...but he could be avenged. It was justice.<br/><br/>Bringing a hand up to her temple, Veyle shook her head slightly and dismissed those thoughts. It was harder to do here on this ship than it had been on the Citadel since it all seemed so much more distant before, but she'd had many years to learn how to control her thoughts and emotions, so she still managed. It wouldn't have been wise to be thinking about her revenge and seething constantly, sooner or later it would cause her to slip up or somebody would be able to read it upon her face. Best to save it for the opportune time.<br/><br/>For now, the girl made herself focus on her cover. With her last name being changed, it felt almost like an alias even though technically she was masquerading as herself, albeit a very different version of herself. This version wanted what any average soldier would want: to perform well, complete the mission and impress her superiors. Unlike some of the others who'd slunk away towards the periphery of the shuttle bay, Veyle forced herself to stand her ground with the rest of the pack despite every fiber of her being telling her to hide.<em>You are hiding, hiding in plain sight</em>, she had to constantly convince herself in her head.<br/><br/>This wasn't training anymore, it was do or die, one single chance, no retries, and it was unnerving having so many pairs of eyes on her or even just around her. Especially those of Colonel Foresythe and the pair of Turians flanking him, the trio seeming to Veyle like some sort of clairvoyant jury as they stood there with their matching uniforms and keen eyes. She didn't mind elderly people who appeared harmless like most of them did, but when they had sharp, steely gazes like Foresythe did, they gave Veyle the creeps. Whether they were truly judging her or not, it felt like they were, and it was getting very stuffy and uncomfortable.<br/><br/>"Veyle Holden, at your command." Veyle saluted stiffly, holding the rigid posture and hand up to her temple until she was given the order to go back to being at ease. She'd been playing the (mostly) obedient soldier for years, a little while longer wouldn't kill her.<em>Just stay focused and don't fuck up...</em><br/>