Chapter 5, Gelron
The Navigatrix had her instructions but there was little use in denying the fact that it stung her pride. To be relegated to licking her mending wounds left a bitter test of invalidity that remained perpetually close to the surface thanks to the machinations and betrayals of her supposedly perfected genetics. It was beneath her, however, to use such personal ruminations as justification for the dereliction of her perceived duty and the value that she might put forward through such matters as her astrological knowledge, broad education, and sundry other cultivated talents that had ensured she was ready and able to step in for their convalescing cousin... who increasingly she suspected had reached the point of no return in his personal evolution.
A grim terminus that they would all arrive at eventually. That thought was a black and bitter comfort if she were to be honest with herself as she continued to lean heavily on her shaking arms, eyes locked on the sprawling calculations that played out over the cartography table before her. Each avenue of warp transit connecting the countless celestial bodies that littered the vast void of the Cosmos. Each notation, each delicate mathematical consideration of the utter insanity of the Endless Sea done by her own hand and torn from the jaws of laughing, thirsting abominations through will and insight alone.
Her gaze drifted on that thought to the black, sleek form of her prima navis. The gene lock open and it's precious databanks linked by snaking cables to hololithic projector of the table. It was the totality of her work including the latest charts that the Lady Captain had requested prepared. The truth of the matter was their route here and back had been complete for some time. Every turn, hazard, calculation and re-factoring there of incorporated into a final product of superlative quality that would, again, prove her worth to her peers, elders, and with continued addition... her father. Her body may have failed but the mind behind it was razor fine in it's edge.
She braced herself carefully then, shifting the majority of her weight onto one shaking arm as she reached out to the control panel for the display. Fingers tapped in further additions to the sprawling calculations, high lighting nearby hub systems to see where the lanes might overlap and allow for connections into the original, circuitous route that had brought them here. The pain churning up from her hips, through her spine, across the plane of shoulders and up through her neck to drill into her temples with each motion. Her will forcing it aside, forcing her wretched body to remain standing and support itself under the weight that she had inflicted upon it and what remained of the once fine figure she had cut.
She tapped again and again at the keys of the control interface, turning the projections to suite every possible avenue of perspective as Master Grund lurked quietly by, his own fingers working at the data tablet from the comfort of a plush seat she had inflicted upon him. His protests still felt in the quiet, thoughtful grumbles as he continued through his ledgers and data reams in the single minded way of any true veteran of the Administratum. The seat an unwanted luxury and comfort that detracted from the focus only pain could bring to the learned and blessed mind.
A lesson Cennet knew all too well as she with drew her hand from the console for a moment to drum lightly at her chest. Her mind drifting to the mended plate that produced such sweet and gentle notes through the lighter fabrics of her gown. The violence of the aeldari blades addressed with careful insets of newer material starkly contrasting against the more weather sections in a jagged pattern down the length of her chest. The once pristine patterns of vine and vein of blue and gold now off set by millimeters despite the exacting obsessions of the Adeptus Mechanicus and digging all the more deeply at her well nettled pride.
The Navigatrix sighed softly then as she braced herself once more against the table with both arms. Her attention turning to the steady stream of comms chatter through the vox systems worked into the table as well. It's steady cacophony keeping her appraised of this or that aboard the Pious Lament but most important to her, beyond her craft of course, was the formal announcements of planet fall. The flight plans and itinerary relegated to a secondary data tablet that was gently propped up to her left.
Until they intended to set sail once more, this was all she could do and see to curbing the worst of the intrigue of her peers... Though she far preferred the company of numbers in the moment. The gnawing of her wounds still present but well addressed by those of the medicae staff who had such clearance as to attend to the peculiarities of navigator physiology. The fuss of it earning a small laugh in the quiet of the chamber as it was not like pain and discomfort weren't well worn and tested companions.
++Lady Captain, I'd hope all is still on track for planetfall in the coming hour?Else the collected flight plans may need to be refactored.++ the Navigator asked with a voice that reflected little of her condition as she reached out via the direct lines afforded to department heads. Her attention turning briefly to the various status updates she was privy to of such preparations.