Your head shoots up as you see Mortartia enter. She looks tired and slightly annoyed. "Finally took Protarkos. The Galaspar System has fallen. That was a close battle." In one hand sits her enormous scythe, Silence. Hanging from her belt is her plasma gun, The Lantern. She steps into her arming chamber, returning a few moments later dressed in a simple pale white robe. Her respirator remained on her face. "So, how was your day?" You see a ghost of a smile on her face, despite the respirator.