Berapli - Where the edges grow thin

[Aitas]

((Turei Scout Ship Starshell, near the edge of Trenvonn space))

Something had set off one of Berapli’s beacons. It was a wonder that they still existed in this portion of Underspace, given how unstable it was. Unstable enough that only the incredibly foolish would pass through, or incredibly desperate.

She’d have liked to think her people weren’t in the first category, but they were scattered now, so often hiding, so often beyond her sight.

It was hard to remember when she’d gotten older, when she’d drifted more and more out of contact. She’d left the beacons decades ago, shortly after the Vaadwaur reemerged, and it had been a perilous task even then, with a fresh ship and more youthful reflexes.

Now, though? Now she’d drifted out of Underspace quite a while back, and let the ship slip through space as if were water, a quiet, shadowed thing curled in around itself like some sort of shell.

Or at least the description of a shell. Berapli hadn’t ever seen one in person. She rested a hand over the controls, the shift of engines that would obviously betray her presence. That would leave her no longer drifting around the edges of this space. 

There were other ships out there, their designs close to old and bitter tales.

But it wouldn’t change anything to have them die to some unpleasant section of Underspace, either.

She hissed out air, and traced a hand over the violet tattoos that covered her skull, that swirled down across her face, bright against pale skin. She'd caught the slow end of some transmission, enough to have an idea of how to speak. 

Berapli: =/\= Unknown vessel, this the Turei Scout Ship Starshell. Explain your presence. =/\=

Taelon/Orrey/Saavei: =/\= Response =/\= 

Berapli: =/\= This is unstable space; the Turei claim watch over all such edges. =/\= 

It was hard to judge how well her words might go through. How much they’d mean if these souls were from the Federation, who wandered through and tore up lives as it suited them. There were rumors that some of them had changed. But only rumors. 

Taelon/Orrey/Saavei: =/\= Response =/\= 

Berapli: =/\= And who are all of you to make any claims here? =/\= 

She had her suspicions, her theories, her almost-certainties. Almost.

Just as she was almost sure it hadn’t been some mere instability of Underspace that had destroyed her beacon. She bared her teeth. Apparently the Federation considered it a welcoming gesture. 

Taelon/Orrey/Saavei: =/\= Response =/\= 


Tag/TBC

Berapli

Turei Scout Ship Starshell

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