Dora walked down the hidden stairs to the chamber below his bar. Despite preying upon the Void Star, he was glad the occupying forces had enough sense not to cross the person that served them booze, making it easy for Dora to keep the entrance hidden.

Beneath his bar was a small room one used for special storage of rare and exotic merchandise, but now served as a meeting spot of the leadership of the hive world.

With a weary sigh, he was greeted by a hushed, yet heated argument between Solomon and several of the district leaders.

“We can’t keep waiting! Half of us are starving and people are getting sick left and right and some of ours have even been beaten to death in dark corners, all the  while we sit on our asses for this miracle you keep claiming will come!” a haggard middle-aged man, his disheveled, greasy hair swaying as he shook his head.

Equally unkempt, Solomon nodded in understanding, “What do you propose we do? Take to the streets with what weapons we have managed to smuggle and distribute? Our cannon crews wouldn’t even make it to their stations before the Federation fleet destroyed the Void Star,” he inquired softly, exhausted by the state in which his home and people existed.

No one amongst the meeting met the question with an alternate option however, a younger woman scoffed before interjecting, “You gave up your title, why should we bother listening to you anymore?”

Dora knew people were tired, hungry and frankly, scared. However, to hear someone even consider disregarding Solomon struck a nerve with him. Slamming his hand on a crate stacked against the wall, “Listen you twit,” Dora snapped, “He built the Inquisition from the ground up, given opportunities to the low and the broken while the galaxy sought to put us down like rabid dogs. Sure he relinquished his title to Mori but what else was he supposed to do? In case you forgot, he’s trapped here with us, just as you are, and if you don’t think he gives a damn about what’s happening… say something that stupid again and I’ll beat you to death in broad daylight sister.”

The girl’s jaw fell open as her dirt smeared face paled as she watched Dora clench his fists, the rings around his fingers contrasting the white tension of his fingers and knuckles.

Solomon raised a hand, “Don’t be angry with her,” he said solemnly. Though many seemed off put by the defense of the young woman, it hardly surprised Dora who scoffed and crossed his arms in irritation. “They have every right to be upset with me… I am disappointed it has taken this long for rescue to come however, Morrigan Clarke will come through for us. As painful as it is all we have to do is wait.”

“Sarah has a point. From what I heard not only did you give up your title but you gave control over to the youngest Inquisitor we have! Especially when Claire is out in the field, how can we be so sure she didn’t tuck her tail between her legs and go into hiding?” another man in the back of the group mentioned eliciting approving murmurs and head nods.

“Not everyone got to meet her but she spent a lot of time in my bar and I can tell you this, that girlie has been a thorn in the Federation’s side long before she joined the Inquisition. Not only that, but she never backs down from a fight especially with the Federation. If anyone is going to save us, I’d bet Pandora’s Box that it’d be her,” Dora sniped as he glared at everyone who agreed with the previous comment.

Solomon nodded in agreement, “To further Dora’s point, Morrigan also rose to the title of Inquisitor faster than any other. She wears her heart on her sleeve and it bleeds for anyone that isn’t the Federation. She wouldn’t forget about us nor anyone else for that matter. She's highly intelligent, intuitive and impeccably resilient, as we must be not only for ourselves, but for her to make a plan and put it into motion.”

“How can we trust her?”

“Why do the Federation hate her so much?”

“How can one Inquisitor save us from an entire fleet?”

Question upon irritating question came from the gathered section leaders. Solomon smirked though, fondly recalling Morrigan’s personnel file, one of the millions he kept of each and every person aboard the Void Star. His demeanor gave pause to the torrent of questions directed at he and Dora.

“Who here heard about the Mars incident?” Solomon asked lightheartedly.

A handful of people raised their hands, “Well, for those who hadn’t; one of the Federation’s penitentiary camps on the foundry world suffered a riot, a riot not only containing, but led by a man named James Clarke. As you can guess, that happened to be Morrigan’s father,” he said wistfully, enrapturing the group on the tale. “I had let Morrigan attempt a rescue to save her father as well as a family friend who had been arrested alongside her father.”

“Upon arriving, she had witnessed a Federation Super Frigate bombard the penal colony from orbit…” Solomon paused as he considered how to explain the next part when even he didn’t understand it, “The Archangel’s crew reported a scream so loud, so terrible, that it shook every corner of the ship, and before anyone knew it, Morrigan had used her mage powers to tear the Frigate in half- the bow of the starship floating off into space, a coffin to those inside while the stern descended upon Mars… the engines ruptured and destroyed over a third of Mars’s surface.”

Dora and Solomon watched as mouths hung open in surprised while those who recalled the report nodded along, “And I believe that was only a fraction of the girl’s power… as a young girl she killed a cop in the defense of an Eskarii girl on Earth, but that cop happened to be the nephew of a high ranking colonel within the Federation and since the day he targeted her, she has been a menace to the Federation. From Earth, to escaping a penal colony of her very own, to Mars, Morrigan has always dealt a devastating blow. That is why I made her Lord Inquisitor… while Clare is a veteran Inquisitor, and aside from Morrigan’s many early accomplishments, the girl has the drive and motivation, and capability, to dismantle the Federation piece by piece all the while protecting those who need protecting, including us.”

Honestly, Solomon had to force him to stop talking. If it were up to him, he would spend all night telling stories of Morrigan’s achievements as numerous as they were however, he also had to let the information he shared sink in.

Dora too picked up on the contemplation of the delegation, sighing softly as he stepped forward, “One way or another, Mori will save us, or give us the opportunity to save ourselves. So, we need to be patient. In the meantime, go home, be with your loved ones, and comprise a list of things we need and I’ll see what I can get for everyone. I have a few contacts I can reach out to.”

Wordlessly, everyone began to shuffle back upstairs, exiting the secret basement cautiously. The moment the door closed upstairs, Dora shot Solomon a snide smirk, “Sharing classified information are we?”

Solomon merely shrugged as he pursed his lips, “Too much?”

That made Dora laugh as he opened a box and pulled two beers out and handed one to Solomon before twisting the cap off his own, “Not at all. They don’t know it yet, but our girl Mori is the hope this galaxy needs…” Dora paused to take a deep drink before clinking his bottle against Solomon’s forcefully, “Heaven knows no fury like a woman’s wrath, and that girl is all wrath.”

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Morrigan paced back and forth as she waited within the hanger of the Lightning Strike. Normally she would have been impressed, daunted by the sheer size of the Cruiser; however, the coming war council occupied the entirety of her thoughts as she chewed on her thumbnail.

Relax little goddess, your anxiety is giving me a migraine, Apollyon whined.

“I need this to go right. The feud between Marmuro’k and Eskarii is centuries old… there’s no guarantee they’ll put their differences aside for this…” Morrigan murmured aloud.

They probably won’t, but what they will put aside their petty feelings for, is you, child.

Morrigan couldn't keep herself from chuckling to herself on disbelief, “Why in the hell would they do it for me?” she mused aloud, the question meaning to be rhetorical even though Apollyon would never let her demean herself.

You are the pinnacle of this war, Mori. You brought them together, you wedged yourself into their lives through bloodshed; you are rage incarnate, the supreme being amongst the mass of pathetic soul. They're practically licking the ground you walk on! Apollyon stated in a heartfelt tirade.

The thought of the chieftains and Queen of the Eskarii literally licking the ground behind her as she walked made her scrunch her face in disgust.

Before she could remark on the thought, Apollyon interjected, Fine, fine. But if you think they don’t recognize your wake of destruction, the raw power you wield, then you’re out of your tiny, imaginative little mind.

“That sounds a lot like fear instead of respect…” she responded half heartedly as she stared out of the sonic field that separated the void of space from the open hanger.

Meh. Fear, respect, doesn't matter. In the end they get you the same thing; loyalty, Apollyon stated.

“If you keep it up you're going to wear a path in my ship,” Clare snickered as she approached catching Morrigan off guard.

“Right, sorry,” Morrigan commented as she spun on her heels to greet her mentor.

“Don't worry, they'll be here soon. Or is that what you're so nervous about?” Clare mused, her eyebrow raising inquisitively, “Last time you saw the queen she wasn’t your soon to be mother-in-law.”

Morrigan rolled her eyes with a groan, “Oh shut up. Though you better not have said anything, Mo’Emori wants us to tell her together.”

Clare snickered and shook her head, “Not a chance. There's no way I’m getting on that girl’s bad side.”

Narrowing her eyes, Morrigan crossed her arms, “What is that supposed to mean?”

That made Clare laugh as she tapped Morrigan's chest plate with the back of her hand, “I figured that was obvious. But once again, why are you so nervous?”

Letting out a long breath, Morrigan explained, “The Marmuro’k and the Eskarii were at war long ago and still hold a lot of resentment. I was so focused on getting this fleet together I never stopped to consider whether they can even set aside their hatred…”

Clare shrugged before looking back at the line of Inquisitorial soldiers that stood at the ready around the edge of the hanger, along with the Marmuro’k, pirate captains, fellow Inquisitors and princess of the Eskarii people waiting for the queen to arrive.

“Even if they can’t, I’m pretty sure we can handle whatever problems arise. Besides, the queen is a leveled headed woman and from what you said, the chieftains respect the hell out of you. So even if they do have problems, I don't expect them to start issues in your presence,” Clare noted knowingly.

See, she gets it,  Apollyon quipped warnings derisive snort from Morrigan.

“Even if you don't believe me, both sides are not likely to piss him off,” Clare countered pointing to Skoll who laid in the middle of the hanger, his eyes opening and closing repeatedly as he soaked in the chill of the metal floor he rested on.

Despite the mild onset panic, Clare’s point that Skoll was the epitome of the boogeyman to both sides made her chuckle.

The relief she felt was need as someone announced the arrival of a dropship, Morrigan spinning on her heels to see the sleek, arrowhead-shaped ship that was equipped with two pairs of cannons along the nose and on the wings. It was something else Morrigan noticed that contested the two races was that their designs were badly different, one being sleek and equipped for war while the other was simple and equipped for the only purpose of dropping warriors off.

Morrigan's heart fluttered in her chest as she heard Mo’Emori squeak in joy from across the room, her crimson eyes following the ship’s landing sequence. Before she knew it, Mo’Emori was dragging Morrigan towards the ramp that had yet to descend.

Mo’Emori’s inability to sit still, bouncing on her feet as she held Morrigan’s arm within her own, pulled Morrigan out of the slow rising panic attack she had been feeling. Shaking her head, Morrigan placed her hand on her darling fiancé’s arm, “Sweetie, you need to calm down,” she stated as she felt the excitement within Mo’Emori cascade in rapid waves like ocean swells.

“But Mem is here!” she groaned excitedly with a wide grin on her face.

Morrigan couldn't help but smile at Mo’Emori’s happiness. Even though she wasn't sure how Myshkali would react to their engagement, it was still worth it to her to stand against the tsunami of happiness that vibrated beside her.

The moment the ramp touched down, ten vibrantly armored Sybrydian ceremoniously marched into the hanger, their gold and red armor contrasting the deep, dark purple of the ship’s hull, and flanked each side of the ramp with their weapons held at attention.

Morrigan's brow rose at the ceremony behind the queen’s arrival until she caught a glimpse of the iconic, silver and white regal gown that began to descend down the steps. To her surprise, as well as Mo’Emori’s by the way she sealed her lips as she squealed and bounced on her feet with enough force to nearly slip out of Morrigan’s grasp, a set of heavily plated red and gold greaves stepped down the ramp along side the queen.

“Goddesses, Saerah!” Mo’Emori nearly screamed before pulling herself out of Morrigan’s arm and launching herself at her mother and her escort.

The sheer delight that spread across from Myshkali’s face caused most of the anxiety to leave Morrigan’s body as Myshkali gently caught her daughter in her arms, one of Mo’Emori’s arms wrapping around her mother’s neck and pulling her close.

The other Eskarii woman with hair nearly as short as Jae’ron’s, who stood half a foot taller than Mo’Emori, glowered at Mo’Emori before her hardened face softened. As she shook her head, her bangs dusting across her forehead in a mixture of red and blonde, “I see you still lack self control, sister of mine,” the woman said speaking their language in a petulant tone.

If it wasn’t for the fact she stated that Mo’Emori was her sibling, Morrigan’s sudden spike of fury wouldn’t have been restrained. However, listening to the Mo’Emori giggled told her it was nothing more than sisterly banter.

“I haven’t seen you in forever! How could I not be excited!” Mo’Emori chirped as she felt her mother slip from her grasp and straighten her gown.

“Saerah is right though, you know well enough that this is no way for one your age to behave, darling,” Myshkali said softly, not truly admonishing her daughter.

“Just wait till you hear the news of me and Mori!” Mo’Emori commented which drew Myshkali’s curious gaze to Morrigan; as well as Saerah’s. Morrigan gently waving awkwardly with a nervous smile.

Oooh, you feel that right? Apollyon asked in amusement as a strong feeling of ire washed over Morrigan that made her swallow hard until she was able to focus on the point of origin that came from Saerah.

“It is good to see you again, Mori,” the Eskarii Queen stated sweetly as she approached with Mo’Emori childishly walking behind her.

Morrigan glanced once more at Saerah seeing that she hadn’t moved before meeting Myshkali half way. “Its good to see you again, your Highness,” Morrigan said before properly bowing before the queen.

Myshkali scoffed, “Please, that's unnecessary, come here child,” she said in a motherly tone as she held her arms out.

Blushing, Morrigan giggled to herself in embarrassment before hugging Myshkali, “Sorry, I’m not sure where formality stands anymore.”

“This is the woman you described?” Saerah spat as she stepped closer eyeing Morrigan from head to toe, “For the End, she doesn’t appear to be much to worry about.”

Aweee, someone doesn't like you, how cute, Apollyon snickered.

Morrigan had to catch herself before she snorted aloud in response, “Yeah, she can get in line.”

“It is your turn to behave yourself, Saerah,” Myshkali snapped sharply as she glared at her eldest daughter.

Saerah’s brow furrowed as if she were being treated unfairly, “If I’m going to be fighting for her, then I should be able to see whether she's anything you say she is!” Saerah snapped back.

Myshkali held her daughter’s furious glare with the emotion of stone as Mo’Emori and Morrigan shared a confused look.

“Why did she call Mori, the End?” Mo’Emori inquired. However, Saerah’s attitude and ire played along Morrigan’s nerves making her grind her teeth as she tried to control herself.

“The fact that you and my brother speak as if she is one of our Goddesses, and my sisters practically worship her, a human! Yet she stands here with no sense of authority or power and you greet her as if family? Why should I offer my fleet to this human?” Saerah added.

For the first time, Morrigan watched as Myshkali’s face contort into an angry expression, “You mean my fleet,” Myshkali bit out, passive aggressively reminding her ill-tempered daughter that she was the queen.

“Challenging Mori is a bad idea, sister,” Mo’Emori slipped in with her ears drooping sadly in worry.

However, before anyone else could say anything, Morrigan decided it was her time to mediate the best way possible. Crossing her arms across her chest she stated in mostly fluid Eskarii, “That’s because we are family. Emery is my niece as well, and Mo’Emori is my…Fiancé.”

Both Myshkali and Saerah’s eyes went wide, disarmed by the statement before Mo’Emori nodded rapidly stepping between her mother and sister, “Its true, we're getting married!”

“Married? I’m afraid I don’t understand,” Myshkali said as she gently placed a hand on her chin as she dove through her memory to recall what marriage was.

Morrigan couldn’t help but smile bashfully seeing as she had been the one to mention it first. “It’s a… ceremonial rite between humans, a formality of sorts, to announce and solidify the bond between Terrans,” Morrigan tried to explain.

“Yeah! Nora told me about it because she and Mori are going to be mothers and she thought I should be Mori’s wife! So I asked Mori to marry me the way Terrans do it!” Mo’Emori explained joyously.

Now that every cat was thrown out of the bag, Morrigan could feel her face turn red as she covered her face in embarrassment. More so as she watched the confusion on Myshkali’s face become more intense, “Mothers? I thought your partner Nora only favored women?” she asked, instinctively looking around the room expecting to see a pregnant Nora.

Mo’Emori giggled like a little girl as she watches her mother's confusion until Morrigan slowly raised her hand. Morrigan watched as Myshkali’s eyebrows raised in slow recognition.

“But I thought…” she started, only for her to shift her focus as she stared at Morrigan’s stomach, “Have you told your mother?”

“Oh geez…” Morrigan breathed out nervously with her hands on her hips, looking towards the ceiling as she realized that conversation still needed to happen. “Uh, no. I haven’t really had a way to get ahold of her and I’m safely assuming Clare didn’t say anything.”

Myshkali nodded in understanding, knowing that Clare refrained from saying anything than their need to have a meeting. “May I?” she asked looking Morrigan in the eyes as she held out her hand.

Morrigan’s brow furrowed, unsure what it was she had been asking however, above the queen’s shoulder, Mo'Emori nodded vigorously. With a shrug, Morrigan gave her permission.

Myshkali softly placed her hand against Morrigan’s womb and closed her eyes, funneling gentle energy into her hand. “This is how I knew Emery was my granddaughter…” Myshkali stated before pausing. Her power seeped through Morrigan’s clothes, beneath her skin until it began to probe pulsing radiation of power. She felt a flash of power as she tried to gleam into her growing grandchild, her heart rate spiking at the idea of her family growing once more, only to feel that retaliatory power grow white hot. The raw energy she felt drove a spike of fear into her mind as flashes of her vision surfaced in her memory.

Wincing, Myshkali withdrew her hand and opened her eyes to see the look of concern on Morrigan’s face. Refusing to show panic, Myshkali considered what little information she was able to verify, “Twins,” she said with a light hearted breath, “And they’re so strong… just like their mother.”

Morrigan’s lips pursed into the tightest of smiles, uncertain how she felt as she felt the brief echo of fear that came from her future mother in law. “Aren’t you excited?” Mo’Emori nearly shouted as she ran around her mother and wrapped herself around her fiancé with unrestrained joy.

The delighted smile returned to Myshkali’s face once she realized the entire interaction must have been awkward, “Very. It was a blessing to know I had a granddaughter, but soon I will have two more. Your mother will be equally happy,” she stated knowingly.

Despite the awkwardness, Morrigan managed to find semblance of joy. It was then that she realized that she grew up an only child with no other family than her parents. Her life had always been small, but soon, her world would expand in several ways. From a woman to a parent and from having a small, close knit family to a world of siblings. She couldn’t deny that the thought terrified her but at the same time, it was exciting.

The sound of Saerah sneering ruined the moment. “A human falls pregnant and claims to have bonded with our sister and everyone loses their minds, “ she muttered as she stepped forward before lifting her plated boot and connecting it with Morrigan’s jaw in one blinding motion.

It wasn’t as if Morrigan didn’t see it coming. The sudden spike in rage that came from Saerah gave it away but Morrigan knew that the Eskarii woman had no hope of actually hurting her without a weapon.

“Saerah! Have you lost your mind!” Myshkali shouted.

“Mori!” Mo’Emori panicked as Morrigan stumbled back out of her arms.

To Saerah’s credit, she did manage to dislocated Morrigan’s jaw. “She wants to lead, she must prove she can!” Saerah shouted in broken Terran as every single Inquisition issued weapon pointed at the woman, and the armed honor guard who looked around in a panic.

Morrigan raised her right hand in the air telling everyone to stand down as she assisted her body’s healing ability, her left hand pushing her jaw in the direction it needed to go until it snapped back into place. She understood the type person Saerah was; full of anger, respecting power, ironically, she was an Eskarii that operated much like a Marmuro’k and Morrigan couldn't help but let out a struggled laugh as she stretched her jaw.

There was only one way Saerah would back down, and sadly for her, Morrigan trained with far stronger opponents. Standing upright, Morrigan rolled her shoulders and cracked her neck, “Its fine, I get it,” she said as crimson energy arced across her body, the low simmering anger from Saerah’s earlier comment to her sister flaring to life.

“No, no, Mori!” Mo’Emori said as she tried to stand in Morrigan’s way, “Don’t hurt my chwaeda.”

Morrigan’s crimson gaze met the vibrant yellow of Mo’Emori’s worried eyes, “I have to, my love,” she said softly, sternness still in her voice as she gently caressed Mo’Emori’s cheek.

Mo’Emori’s ears drooped as she looked down, leaning against her lover’s touch. “Okay… just don't kill her, please?” she asked sadly.

Morrigan gently tilted Mo’Emori’s head down and kissed her on the forehead, “I promise, its just a show of power sweetie. She just needs to know whose in charge,” she said with knowingly amusement.

The fact that she smiled made Mo’Emori giggle, “Yeah, she is hard headed.”

Morrigan nodded and stepped around her lover. Her crimson wings flared into existence before she launched herself at Saerah, the ireful smirk on the Eskarii’s face fading as she rocketed towards her. Morrigan pulled the punch though, the connection far from the strength she really wanted but the hit was still hard enough to cause Saerah to stagger back and blink in surprise.

The heavily armored woman recovered surprisingly fast, coming in with a right hook only for Morrigan to effortlessly block it. The shock on her face told Morrigan she didn’t expect her reaction before she tripped the woman, causing her to fall flat on her back.

“Come on, get up,” Morrigan chided in Eskarii as she stepped around her.

Saerah growled as she got up and launched another fist only for Morrigan to block it, and instantly attempting to catch Morrigan off guard with a left hook. Morrigan blocked that hit as well before kicking her in the chest, slightly indenting the armor before sending her sliding across the ground.

“As soon as you're ready to follow my orders let me know,” Morrigan commented condescending as Saerah coughed on the floor, struggling to get back to her feet. “One thing I won't tolerate is insubordination, especially when so much is on the line,” Morrigan added.

With a casual kick, Morrigan sent her sprawling underneath the Eskarii dropship, the honor guard by the ramp at a loss as they partially raised their weapons before looking at one another, uncertainty radiating from everyone of them as they turned to their queen.

Morrigan caught out of the corner of her eye Myshkali signal for them to stand down, the queen’s hardened expression a mixture of expectation and disappointment as her glare stayed glued onto Saerah.

This chick has a lot of pride, you know, Apollyon pointed out.

“Oh, I’m aware,” Morrigan responded in her head as she studied Saerah on the ground, tilting her head curiously as the woman finally caught her breath and draw a long combat knife from behind as she got to her feet.

Standing there waiting, Morrigan cocked her head the other direction before giving her a half-shrug, not a single ounce of fear or concern showing on her face. Morrigan's blasé attitude only served to infuriate Saerah even more as she charged her, swinging the blade towards her exposed neck.

With a simple back step Morrigan dodged the blade leading Saerah to try and follow up her attack on which Morrigan dodged with ease. Having fought a legion of Federation soldiers, sparred with Xol and Sigurd, and grew up learning basic hand to hand combat from her father, Morrigan feared nothing Saerah could throw at her.

Several missed stabs and swings later, Morrigan grew tired of the relentlessness of her opponent. Giving a tired sigh, Morrigan widely blocked Saerah’s arm and gave her a quick head butt, dazing the woman briefly.

“Are we done?” Morrigan inquired sardonically as the pain in her forehead waned.

Shaking her head, Saerah let out a war cry before making one angry stab towards Morrigan. The tip of her blade met flesh, though it wasn’t what she expected. Looking down at the blade, she found it buried to the hilt in Morrigan’s hand, blood slowly dripping onto the metal flooring with the tip a few mere inches from her stomach.

“That was a mistake,” she heard Morrigan say before a flash of crimson shattered the blade and she found her arm twisted painfully behind her back.

Before Saerah could process what had happened, Morrigan locked her arm around her neck, her lips right neck to her long pointed ears, “I promised her I wouldn’t kill you, nor do I want to kill my sister-in-law, but this will not go unpunished,” Morrigan stated clearly before pressing her ribcage against the joint in Saerah’s armor where her shoulder met the carapace. Applying torque to her outstretched arm, Morrigan pressed into the joint before pulling on her arm.

The cry of pain that followed the grotesque pop echoed around the room however, Morrigan didn’t finish as she continued to pull her arm towards her, twisting further until a second pop resonated throughout the hanger and followed by a scream of anguish before Morrigan discarded her on the ground.

A husky growl drew everyone's attention as Skoll looked up in the direction of the fight, letting out a series of moans and groans as if he were admonishing the two for fighting.

Morrigan cocked her head as she smirked in amusement. “Oh, now you choose to chill the fuck out,” she stated in bewilderment before kneeling down in front of her opponent, pulling her head up by what little hair she had. “I’ll ask this once more, do you yield?”

“Y-yes, y-you shall have our fleet,” Saerah responded through the pain.

“Good, now go get that arm taken care of,” Morrigan quipped before releasing her, standing and turning to the honor guard, “You, take her to med bay,” she ordered as she pointed to them before turning to the nearest soldiers she had, “You, escort them.”

The Inquisitorial soldiers saluted and readied to guide the injured Eskarii woman while the honor guard hesitated for a moment before rushing to Saerah’s side.  As they helped get to her feet, Morrigan looked at her pesky companion and asked, “Happy now?”

Skoll directed a heavy huff at her before laying back down on his side and let out a high-pitched yawn  informing her that he was going back to his nap.

Morrigan chuckled to herself as she shook her head before turning her attention back to Mo’Emori and Myshkali, “Sorry about that. I know it’s been a lot to process but we have much to discuss before the rest of our allies survive.”

Mo’Emori remained silent, her bright gaze following her sister in disappointment while Myshkali nodded solemnly, “Yes. And I must say, you handled punishing my ill-mannered child masterfully,” Myshkali quipped with a small yet proud smile as she followed Morrigan to an array of seats set up towards the back of the hanger. The Inquisition as well as the pirate captains clapping and cheering for Morrigan as they approached.