Lt.Jg. Darla Grell was finishing up preperations for the ball.  She weighed wearing her regular female dress uniform against her preferred pants version and the skirt was found wanting.  She never could stand being frilly, or wear anything that could restrict her movement in a fight.  As she made herself up in the mirror she reflected on everything that had happened since she signed on with the company of the Musashi.  Space battle, great way to show what you could do, but she hadn't really done that much aside from down a couple of enemy planes and watch her wingmates backsides by shooing off any bandits that got too close.  First contact, great for everyone involved, not so much for her.  Darla was a pilot, and a cocky one at that, the last thing the CO needed was her snarky attitude ruffling feathers.  Besides, her bird needed to be checked out thoroughly after the fight and she always liked to have a hand in that.<br/><br/>Once she had herself lookin pretty she donned her dress uniform, buckled on her weapon belt and slid on her signature shades, once she tucked her hat under her arm she cocked a smile at the figure in the mirror and headed for the transport deck to share a ride with her shipmates.