<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/83/Thor-is-definitely-exciting-a-strong-point-in-the-marvel-cinematic-universe-thor-portr-386334.jpg)</div><strong>Leonatos</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/10Q4U8XDzLfacM5zlH1XJJZS0Py-q7Z5diogdFVsPmQ0/edit)<br/><br/>Leonatos chewed on the nutrient gel quietly.  The texture was somewhat slimy.  The cooks had made an effort to mask the bland but faintly disgusting flavor with a dollop of honey and a squirt of fruit juice.  He smiled softly to realize it.  Before the inquisitor entered, he commented quietly, “We have good hosts.”<br/><br/>He wondered if some of his battle brothers thought that this was sarcasm.  He'd walked among the upper echelons of the empire, dined on fine foods served by men and women who'd never known hunger—men and women who wouldn't feed nutrient gel to their dogs.<br/><br/>Billions of others in the Imperium were better acquainted with hunger.  He suspected fair such as this—without the honey and twist of citrus—was normal for the crew of this vessel.<br/><br/><em>Fifty years,</em>the thought drifted through his mind.  He decided to voice it after swallowing the last of his paste.  “Fifty years since I've truly known hunger.  On Baal, I would spear sand beetles and share the legs with my sisters.  Half a century of health has not dulled my appreciation for food.”<br/><br/>When the inquisitor entered, Leonatos did not flinch at her scars.  Just as Baal had taught him to savor beetle flesh and rat marrow, it had taught him to take beauty where he found it, and accept the rest.  Leonatos looked Octavia Sol in the eyes as she spoke.  The Librarian found himself intrigued.<em>So easy to destroy what we do not understand.  Here is an inquisitor spending her time looking for miracles.  </em><br/><br/>This observation he kept to himself.  It filled him with both unease and admiration.<br/><br/>He turned his full attention to the mission briefing when the time came.  The lbirarian took careful note of the maps, trying to envision the terain they described from the land bellow, visualizing the path they would take in an attempt to memorize it.<br/><br/>“A simple series of objectives,” he spoke up.  “Good.  We can devote our energy to carrying them out rather than trying to make sense of them in the midst of laser fire.  I am prepared.”