The *Gallivant* made its descent towards Orionis, a planet known for its breathtaking cityscapes and the even more breathtaking intrigues that played out beneath them. Captain Vela adjusted her mask, an intricate weave of midnight blue feathers and silver filigree that concealed her eyes but not her fierce resolve.
"Remember, everyone, this isn't just a party. It's a battlefield in ballgowns and bow ties," she reminded her crew, her voice a low purr over the comm.
Loxley, adjusting his own mask—a rakish number with a sly grin painted across it—winked at a reflection of himself. "Battlefield or not, Captain, one must never forget to enjoy the dance."