Aug 06, 2009 00:32
Things were not going as planned.
What people had been saying was true - the devotion of these people who milled around speaking nothing in particular was not enough to give her the power that she needed, and other converts had been scarce. Nonexistent, even. And somehow, she was fairly certain that it was her mother's fault.
"This ship is insufficient. These people are insufficient. I require more than this, mother!" She snapped at Vala, whose arms were tied behind her and around one of the posts on the shuttle's large bed in its single room. Adria paced the available limited space like a caged tiger, her hands balled up into fists. It was nothing new, she'd been going on like this more or less without end for days now.
"Well, I'm not going to stand for it," she said decidedly, finally. "It's time to start destroying the infidels and the unbelievers. I gave people plenty of time to come around to my point of view. If they're still choosing not to at this point then they are choosing to die."
{ inara serra,
{ vala mal doran