<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/0kQTA1Z.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Name</strong></td><td>Countess Lieutenant Kathryn Foss</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Date</strong></td><td>May 3025</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location  </strong></td><td>Siege Perilous: Planetfall</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong></td><td>Open</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Content</strong></td><td>Arrival</td></tr></tbody></table><hr/><br/>"They've done this on purpose."<br/><br/>Kathryn's rant continued to be interrupted by grunts as she fumbled with attaching the half-cape to her right shoulder. A shock of red carved a swath down the white outer side of the accessory, and and iridescent black subtly glistened on the inner side. The effect made the white look whiter than white, and the black blacker than black. It was very impressive when worn correctly. It was a symbol of not just her title and position, but<em>her</em>specifically. Yes, it was impressive and grand and wonderful.<br/><br/>At the moment though, it was twisted and tangled with her black and grey dress uniform in way that rather killed the effect.<br/><br/>"There's no reason to throw a giant 'welcome' ceremony the instant we arrive other than to undermine our position. And I can't refuse without causing offense. But if I do go I'll almost certainly do something to cause offense. Normally I'd just say 'fuck it' and reject the offer, but-"<br/><br/>The Countess sighed and sunk downwards, defeated by the symbol of her position. She spread her arms weakly.<br/><br/>"Help."<br/><br/>Her valette, Charlotte, rose and detached the uncooperative accessory and began re-attaching it to Kathryn's uniform. "But~ you've got to be on your best behavior since the, ah, 'incident', yes?" Charlotte smiled at Kathryn in the mirror, who responded with an aggravated sound and averting her eyes. The Countess's valette had been annoyingly happy and speaking in an annoyingly pleased sing-song tone ever since they boarded the dropship. Charlotte beamed and turned her attention to her mistress's hair. "Well, I'm sure whoever she was, she was pleased you were so... offended,<em>Countess Lieutenant</em>Foss."<br/><br/>Kathryn blushed/fumed and dropped her arms. "Please stop talking,<em>Lady</em>Althaea."<br/><br/>"As you wish, Excellency."<br/><br/>The pair stood in silence as the dropship shuddered around them.<br/><br/>"..."<br/><br/>"... Why are you even trying to fix my hair, anyway? I seriously doubt your efforts will survive planetfall."<br/><br/>"Because having nice hair will make you feel even more badass/professional when you do your 'clasp hands behind back and pose in front of the nose cam vid with the re-entry flames' thing you do during planetfall."<br/><br/>"I- Wha-"<br/><br/>"Please, Kathryn. You do it during every atmospheric entry. Of course I've noticed."