Maya had not been seen for the past four minutes.
This was, generally, when Maya was at her most dangerous.
She reappeared briefly on the deck of an Oblivion Tyrant war construct in the northwestern fleet, her blade already withdrawing from the spine of its primary operator. The operator did not fall immediately. The thin shards of pale-blue ice she had embedded along his vertebrae expanded slowly, freezing his internal systems from within. By the time he understood what had happened, his body was already a statue, and the war construct had no one driving it.
She vanished again.
Reappeared on the next vessel.
Vanished.
Reappeared.
