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The bridge hummed with the mundane rhythm of interstellar commerce, a stark contrast to her usual pursuits. Yor Graves observed the fluctuating market graphs with detached amusement, their intricate patterns resembling nothing so much as the chaotic dance of souls in the astral plane. A shipment of rare Xylos crystals was en route to a distant colony; a profitable venture, if uneventful.
The Axiomata’s spectral crew remained quiescent, sensing her disinterest in redshed. Such inactivity chafed at their ethereal forms, but she would not indulge their hunger unless provoked. The nebula's vibrant hues swirled beyond the viewport, a breathtaking spectacle that failed to stir any genuine emotion within her. A fleeting thought crossed her mind: perhaps a little piracy would liven things up.