Back on the planet Polaris, aboard First Light, there was a small celebration taking place. The members of the Shadow Council had arrived to congratulate Qi’ra on her risky mission and its near-impossible success. Regaining the coaxium meant their pockets would not be harmed and for that they were grateful. Even Ziya Rheeves, mean as she often was, offered her genuine compliments to Qi’ra, surprising her.
The celebration was created specifically as a sort of after-party for the triumphant outcome of the mission and for the most part, Qi’ra was having a good time. There were singing and dancing, eating and laughing; plenty of joy.
The evening only got better when T-38, fresh with new parts and her blond hair no longer braided but instead hanging to her shoulder, entered the room wearing her dark clothes and patented cloak. Bits of her human face was still bruised and scarred but she looked more alive than ever.