Kali sat in her meditation chamber onboard her personal starship. There was not a single trace of anxiety on her face. And yet there should be judging the circumstances she currently found herself in. The cabal, being a loose, and relatively unorganized collection of despots, and criminal syndicates had taken the largest beating when the Naraku finally invaded.
The overwhelming majority of systems lost or currently besieged by the Naraku were no doubt within the Cabal's sphere of influence. And at the moment, Kali should be lucky to be alive. Yet she seemed as calm and serene as ever, even as her personal warship was heavily damaged and in the act of fleeing across the vastness of space while pursued by a Naraku Hive Fleet.
