>>5664213But it hasn’t all been without difficulty. Beyond the tensions of the MSDF, food is an ongoing concern. There had only been so much time and not enough space in the shuttles to evacuate livestock onto the <span class="mu-i">Globus</span>. Spores and seeds of mushrooms and lichens from the World Beneath don’t take so easily to the soil of Amagi. While the Kakari aren’t in danger of starving with continued deliveries of MREs, it’s still a concern that has the Enclave rationing what supplies they have.
“Your master also visited,” says Troxl, folding his claws into his sleeves, “To pay his respects to the Communion of Spirits.”
“And how’d that turn out?” Privately, you know that he hadn’t been the keenest on them. Even if they aren’t an analogue to the Nightsisters, the fact that the Communion could meld their minds into a gestalt entity and call the spirits of the dead even disquieted you.
But the Kakari hums, adopting a pensive expression. “Words were exchanged, and tea was shared across the bonfires beneath the sky. But I cannot speak more on the matter. The Communion have since gone into mourning for the late Grand Shamanka.”
…you release a breath that you didn’t realize you were holding, even as your heart unexpectedly clenches at the mention of Bos.
>The meeting goes over well, and the Kakari seem to be adapting well enough.>>Line BreakMylus had already begun to set by the time that the pair had left the Enclaves. Halfway back to Serano Spaceport, in the speeder flinched from Kessel, the tension between the lovers snaps and boils over in an explosion of emotions.
In a little secluded cliffside, overlooking the vast expanse of the Great Plains, Farren Gaelle and Arotta Bashur come together into each other’s arms.
Here, in this moment, there are no plots or ruminations, schemes or far-flung plans. There is only the feverish warmth of her body, and the achingly familiar way it contours and contrasts against your own. Your lips meet hers, and in the confines of the little speeder, the universe becomes <span class="mu-i">perfect</span>.
After an eternity, it finally ends. Pulling away for air, you gasp: “I missed you.”
Arotta’s chest heaves as she laughs, and her hand comes up to cup your face. “Didn’t need to tell me that…but I missed you, too.”
>>The Day of the Relief Mission…The convoy heading towards Ulsind consists of four cargo freighters carrying crucial supplies to relieve the famine. Accompanying them is a starfighter squadron of twelve, with three assigned to protect each ship. However, the squadron is a mixed bag in terms of experience. It wasn’t just that some had prior experience before becoming slaves, but that said “experience” was with haulers, not starfighters.
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