Episode 4: New fit, new me

Slamming her hands on the counter, then glanced at the mirror. Grasping her face, cosmetics bare, eyes sagging, with dried blood close to her lips.

"Is this the end?" she whispered.

Taking a cursory glance, she decided to shed her garments, revealing a milky grey complexion, an hourglass figure, with a sturdy bosom.  Turning to the intercom, she says,

"Callisto, I will be in my quarters, if you need anything."

"Understood."

She comes out with fiery locks, rocking azure lipstick, topping it with gently applied cosmetics.  She changed into her black diamond dress ensemble, paired with a dark cardigan. With its thin fibers, it contrasts with the dress. Finally, she wore it with jet-gray high heels, a staple favorite. She dressed to impress, ready to face her final days, in style and comfort.

She looked ahead at the dark expanse, swearing to the deities above, that she would go out with a bang. With a deep breath, she smiled and walked out of the room.

The comms link suddenly blared:

"Madam, we have arrived at our destination, please come to the cockpit immediately."

Arriving at the cockpit, she checked the holograms and said,

"Alright, prepare one of the torpedo tubes with the drone dud on it"

"Yes madam, triangulating trajectory"

Walking back to the office quarters, she took the cube out of the chamber, opened another drawer, took out a metallic sphere, and inserted it into the hole inside.

"Alright Callisto, how is the triangulation coming along?"

"Madam, the trajectory has been set, one of the tubes is ready for launch"

"Excellent, I will be going to the bay shortly. While I do that, prepare yourself for transfer"