[End Mission] Berapli - What is, what was
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Aitas
Apr 1, 2026, 5:01:04 PM (2 days ago) Apr 1
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((Turei Scout Ship Starshell, Underspace corridors))
Underspace was a sea of ruins, and one growing ever more violent. Did seas boil? Berapli did not know, but such seemed an appropriate term for the state of the place. She had seen so many shattered ships here, the remnants of beacons and buoys, frozen bodies floating out there in the dark.
Some of them had been Turei, but there had been none among the fragmented ships and still corpses that she had recognized.
Perhaps it was a mercy, one might say to her, and yet as she touched again the sigils set into her chair, the glowing chain of memory, she wished for certainty instead. That could be carried back with her. Could be carried within the Starshell.
Whatever cries and promises it brought with it would have their own weight, and be different than merely risky expeditions to prove one fate or another.
There was a ripple of color across her controls, a series of fractured messages reverberating through underspace. The Federation was…it was not coherent, not from where the Starshell rested.
Berapli hoped they would survive, but what aid she had offered them was all she had to give.
She turned back to her scans. Perhaps there was some tiny piece of insight she had missed, before this area of underspace turned too unstable to remain. Perhaps.
More fragments of messages, words flickering in and out almost swifter than her hearing. There is little to be told from a word or two, in most cases.
Underspace was a sea of ruins, and one growing ever more violent. Did seas boil? Berapli did not know, but such seemed an appropriate term for the state of the place. She had seen so many shattered ships here, the remnants of beacons and buoys, frozen bodies floating out there in the dark.
Some of them had been Turei, but there had been none among the fragmented ships and still corpses that she had recognized.
Perhaps it was a mercy, one might say to her, and yet as she touched again the sigils set into her chair, the glowing chain of memory, she wished for certainty instead. That could be carried back with her. Could be carried within the Starshell.
Whatever cries and promises it brought with it would have their own weight, and be different than merely risky expeditions to prove one fate or another.
There was a ripple of color across her controls, a series of fractured messages reverberating through underspace. The Federation was…it was not coherent, not from where the Starshell rested.
Berapli hoped they would survive, but what aid she had offered them was all she had to give.
She turned back to her scans. Perhaps there was some tiny piece of insight she had missed, before this area of underspace turned too unstable to remain. Perhaps.
More fragments of messages, words flickering in and out almost swifter than her hearing. There is little to be told from a word or two, in most cases.
She could not make out the specific voice that spoke of a Prime Claimant, it was all too garbled for that. But the marks upon her skull turned to a deep, dark violet, nearly black in the shifting light. And her hands reached again for the controls.
That, she needed report to the others. Perhaps to see them argue over what it means. Perhaps they will demand an explanation. A message to the Federation. Another risky expedition.
The Vaadwaur had been a wound older than any of them, half-healed and now again split open. Berapli had hoped the Federation had learned from that.
But hope could be as cruel as kind, in the end.
That, she needed report to the others. Perhaps to see them argue over what it means. Perhaps they will demand an explanation. A message to the Federation. Another risky expedition.
The Vaadwaur had been a wound older than any of them, half-healed and now again split open. Berapli had hoped the Federation had learned from that.
But hope could be as cruel as kind, in the end.
Berapli
Scout Ship Starshell
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