Norad

Time to think. That was all Norad ever needed. She couldn’t stand Morgal’s mutterings, Zagal’s verbal incontinence and whatever else was going on in that madman Malek’s head. She needed space, time, silence. She’d already spent far too much time wandering the universe with the voices of the Broodr trying to convince her of this or that. Why don’t you all be quiet?

Yes, she needed silence to think, to resist the urge to divine again and lose another bit of her soul. She had divined enough. Now she had to act, that little voice kept telling her.

“We can do this, Norad, together.”