Berapli - Very Cold Trails
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Aitas
Mar 23, 2026, 9:06:26 PMMar 23
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((Turei Scout Ship Starshell, Underspace corridors))
Berapli had left the Federation ships with information, with a path out. Then, she had turned her attention to the tunnels themselves, the ebb and flow of their instability, the debris waiting within.
There had been legends in her youth, those that spoke of some of the Vaadwaur who had fled, lost themselves in underspace. Vanished therein as a threat that could never quite be eliminated.
When Berapli had possessed the flexibility of youth, when her skin had been far too soft, such stories were merely tales. Warnings for children. The Vaadwaur had been gone for so very long.
And then, they had returned. And some of those Berapli knew had been drawn in by those tales. By the possibility of what was lost, by the fear of what dangers might still remain out there. The Vaadwaur had slept so long, and some of those who were said to have escaped had been terrors.
Berapli had seen the memorials, the glyphs carved into every inch of what had once been a colony, a moon. The ones she carried with her were newer, most of them. It was her ancestors who had driven the Vaadwaur nearly to destruction.
Her contemporaries who tried to survive them.
Light spilled out from the glyphs, refracted across her console in a thousand shades of color.
She twirled her fingers around the controls until the ship slowed, until a chime sounded. The wreckage of a Vaadwaur ship.
An older model, by her reckoning, though such was not a certainty.
She let the Starshell drift in for a closer look.
Berapli had left the Federation ships with information, with a path out. Then, she had turned her attention to the tunnels themselves, the ebb and flow of their instability, the debris waiting within.
There had been legends in her youth, those that spoke of some of the Vaadwaur who had fled, lost themselves in underspace. Vanished therein as a threat that could never quite be eliminated.
When Berapli had possessed the flexibility of youth, when her skin had been far too soft, such stories were merely tales. Warnings for children. The Vaadwaur had been gone for so very long.
And then, they had returned. And some of those Berapli knew had been drawn in by those tales. By the possibility of what was lost, by the fear of what dangers might still remain out there. The Vaadwaur had slept so long, and some of those who were said to have escaped had been terrors.
Berapli had seen the memorials, the glyphs carved into every inch of what had once been a colony, a moon. The ones she carried with her were newer, most of them. It was her ancestors who had driven the Vaadwaur nearly to destruction.
Her contemporaries who tried to survive them.
Light spilled out from the glyphs, refracted across her console in a thousand shades of color.
She twirled her fingers around the controls until the ship slowed, until a chime sounded. The wreckage of a Vaadwaur ship.
An older model, by her reckoning, though such was not a certainty.
She let the Starshell drift in for a closer look.
TBC
Berapli
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