preparing for warp travel was, a bit of a different time for Indaria. She knew, deep, deep within, how dangerous it was to be this close to Chaos. She also didn't trust being anywhere near the chapels either. However, this wasn't a new problem to her, it was a very, very old one. One that she'd found her own solution to. Her experiences back home had, to her eyes, been all about showing the dangers of extremes. The extreme faith of the imperial governor, the extreme rage of those he'd oppressed, the extreme descent into cultist depravity, the extreme trust of her fellow mutants that became their victims, at every turn, it had been the extremes that enabled the fall to chaos. To her eyes, the true danger was in the extremes, and the way to counter it was to remain centered, balanced, mentally and physically prepared to move in any direction without committing to any of them. And so, for her, the preparation for warp travel was not about faith, and seals, and prayer and incense. It was about, of all things, equipment maintenance. She carefully took her gear apart, performed full cleaning, maintainance, calibration, re-assembly, charging, and performance testing. Every part, every piece, was checked and inventoried. She simply took her time, and made sure that no matter what the demand was going to be upon her, she'd be ready to meet it.
Also, it was time to fix that dang chair. She didn't blame anyone for designing it without the needs of people with tails in mind, but she wanted to be able to sit down comfortably thank you very much.