Tavitri Braca was late to the briefing it seems. Lieutenant Morgana T. Lee, his direct superior had only given him the grace of being in the known ten minutes before the meeting started. And as he ran from the lower floor of the ISS toward the higher commandeering floor, he couldn't help but wonder why. Not every day, an anti-riot stormtrooper gets sent to another squad. A mysterious task too at that, Tavitri noted the eyesight his Lieutenant gave him. Part pity and part ... [i]desire??[/i]. But surely a task can't be that good for his Lieutenant to give him that sight? 

This prompted him to think. Morgana is a drunkard outside of the office, this is well-established. So, Tavitri had been bribing her with booze tabs to stay on her good side. [i]Not that he didn't put in the work,[/i] Tavitri thinks before taking a left turn. [i]So, in theory, she shouldn't be diddling him into a corner here[/i] he thinks. But thought froze as he reached his destination.   

"Captain Dazlos Crasse." The title board read. [i] A captain huh? [/i] were Tavitri's thoughts as he smoothened the creases in the collar and made sure the insignia was good on his stormtrooper's armor. "803", he whispered, "here hoping the captain ain't an ass." The door opened. 

"Corporal Tavitri Braca, Sector 3 Anti-Riot Corp, reporting for duty." He saluted the man in the middle of room, eyes refusing to scan others unless permitted to do so.