Messages had gotten her no where. Dispatches had gotten her just as far. Zuma she couldnât lift a word from (she knew better than to try, but honestly, she had to). He was dead in the water and there was nothing she could do about it, which was killing her honestly.
A sound of disgust left her mouth and she slammed her fists into the steering apparatus of her ship. âStupid,â she spat to herself. There was a reason she had held back, not thrown herself head over heels entirely. Because stupid little boys, just didnât understand. They just didnât get it. Rose tinted lenses indeed.Â
There was of course, an obvious and logical series of reasons that there had been no contact, and all of them made sense. But Badb didnât want sense, she wasnât interested in sense. She was interested in her hurts and her bad mood and literally nothing it seemed would move it.
A black cloud permanently over her head, she steered towards the Reef to hand in her bounties. The Queen was a fool, as far as she was concerned. A fool with pets that needed to be either put down or on a shorter leash. She remembered the outfit of Guardianâs that had died at her brothers reckless actions. Shorter leash.
As it happened, the Queen was a means to an end. Their needs aligned at the moment, and she was happy to serve as long as it suited her. It wasnât the promise of treasure that had gotten her there after all.
She landed heavily at the Outpost, boots smacking the metal with an ominous ring, sorting through her bounties to hand in. She strode to Petra and handed in her skins as it were, standing and towering and prickling in obvious aggressive Titan arrogance at its best. The look on her face as Petra spoke was one that read she would have drove the others flipping knife in her throat if she was allowed. But alas.
As she pulled apart the Rocket Launcher she had been given in thanks, she looked around the space with bored, rumbling anger, her eyes met with a pair across the space.Â
Her face shuttered over and she pretended she didnât see the Warlock as she strode across the space to Burg, intent on handing in more bounties and getting out of here. She wasnât willing to deal with whatever it was that was going on.
