Not so far away from the bridge, in the Navis Tower.
The Transit to Port Wander was of course successfull, but nonetheless, it is a very taxing process for the Navis in charge of opening a safe path through the Maw. Once they arrived in the system, a few days ago, The Patriarch ordered his servants to let him sleep, and to not awake him unless in the case of the direst emergencies.
Thus, the very order of Her Grace the Lady-Captain left the Navis servants in a quandary.
They were a very disturbing lot, indeed. They were brought on board in the Navis retinue, but no one has ever seen what they look like, as for all, men and women, were clad in monk-like black clothe robes, a round mirror melded andriveted crudly to their faces. They were nameless servants, only answering to the moniker of "Nebulous Ones", having shown total fanatical devotion to the Navis, and of course, the same respect to the officers of the Ship.
After a few minutes spent altogether whispering, they spread out, and one of them entered the Navis Room. Trying to move as silently as possible, on the tip of his toes, the faceless servant moved in closer of his Master's bed. There was no light in the bedroom, but still, the servant was able to see.
The Navis looked like he was asleep, lying on his back between the silk sheets. His eyes were closed, and he was breathing softly. On his brow, His Eye was unveiled, a very thin purple glow giving a feint light in the room. Fortunately, the last pair of eyelids were closed, and thus not totally Opened. A Cassini is never affraid to show His Gift, and the maestria with which he masters his Stare...
At the very moment he was alongside the bed, without opening his normal eyes, Buenadventura spoke, with his echouing, soothing yet rugged barritone.
I see you, Nebulous One. Don't be shy. Step into my sight. What brings you here, despite my orders ?"
At once, the servant jumped on all four on the ground subserviently.
"Her Grace the Lady-Captain want to see you at the prow deck 27 airlock, Honored Patriarch.
The Navis stay silent, the servant shivering in utter terror.
"Do you consider such a demand an emergency, Unfinished ?"
the last word was percieved like a lashes hit by the Nebulous one. Unfinished : one that has not recieved the Gift, who was not as perfect as one of the exalted Masters.
He stammered.
"No, no, I mean yes, yes, er...
He cowered, as the Navis frowned and the glow of his Eye was dangerously brighter.
"The Lady-Captain is His Voice, and Sole Master on this Starship after Him-onTerra. Her demand can not be denied. You should be punished to have not answered correctly at once. Inform Her Grace that I'll attend her meeting. Fetch me my uniform, prepare a bath and a cup of recaff.
The Nebulous , still kneeling, was crawling backward, happy to still be alive and thus able to serve his Master.
"At... at once, Honored Patriarch."
