While Malicia managed to make it through her meditation uninterrupted, she still felt a needling of irritation at the edge of her mind. There were multiple problems that weighed on her. None of them were urgent and, in reality, she didn't need to dwell on them right now. But, as was her nature, she choose to anyway since she had the time.
Like usual, the Ragnarok's lounge was nearly empty. Only Malicia sat at the rounded table at the edge of the room. A black long coat, black tights, black fitted and laced shirt was her choice of wardrobe for the trip. Her small frame dotted the center of the cushioned seating. The spot she always sat in the lounge. She'd never used any of the other seating, but they, the tables, floors and appliances were cleaned daily, as long as she was actively using the ship.
She brushed a finger along the datapad in front of her, allowing her eyes to drift over to her drink. Thick yellow-green, milk-like liquid reflected in her eyes; it didn't make her eyes look pretty but the drink was engineered to provide her with specific nutrients she likely lacked. It wasn't her usual but it was one of her cultists creations and an offering, and since it served a practical purpose she'd accepted it.
Once Ragnarok's last passenger was on board it hummed to life. Usually Malicia only traveled with her cultists, but she'd decided to make an exception for Tiamat; a woman who was Raze's apprentice as far as Malicia knew. Malicia wasn't sure how Tiamat had gotten to this isolated planet or what she'd been doing on it. It didn't matter really. She was fine providing the marauder a ride without knowing the why.
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