Facing The Sun

Pity Party

"After the founding of the Basilisk group centuries ago, Verna soon fell under a dictatorship—as their previous leaders were ill-suited to face the issues at their doorstep. Overthrowing them via coop wasn't difficult, as their leaders weren't said to be revered.

Since the overtaking of Verna, the Basilisk have set their sights elsewhere. These days, they are the plague of Andromeda and its people, attacking other planets and ships they encounter in deep space.

As per the treaty of Irsaii, it should be open-season on them. And yet, no race nor species has taken any real steps towards dealing with them—letting their neighbors fall.

But—that does not mean no one has tried..."

- Zenith Arraly, The Elaborate History of Space Travel

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Vedrith was devastated.

Absolutely demolished.

She definitely was not happy in the slightest. Not one bit. Nope. Vedrith? Never.

Yael told her that Dhabi would need new reactors soon—which was funny, because a certain someone named Whitlock had previously promised Vedrith new reactors for completing a certain mission.

Vedrith wondered which mission it was... oh, yeah! This one. Meaning all she had to do was get to HQ, and she would get new reactors, since Dhabi actually needed them now. No stalling for Whitlock anymore, which was something he always did.

Other than getting the new reactors sooner than expected, Vedrith was also rather pleased at the timing. They definitely weren't cheap, and had Dhabi's shut down before Vedrith asked, her savings would be obliterated.

Dhabi was given a temporary fix, enough to get to Vitality for further repairs. And after taking a much needed shower, Vedrith got some much needed sleep before they left the planet—since Hive didn't need their port particularly clear. Ivis and Yael did something during that time, Vedrith had no idea what, but Vedrith only took a three hour nap... so maybe it was just a really long conversation. She didn't really care, though.

This brought Vedrith to where she was now, standing in front of Yael and Ivis—who both looked like they knew something Vedrith didn't. And Ivis had her hair freshly braided, which Vedrith guessed Yael had done—but that didn't really matter.

Vedrith crossed both sets of arms, shifting her weight over onto a single leg as she eyed the two of them. "I don't know what the two of you did while I was asleep, and frankly I don't care—just stop looking at me like that." Said Vedrith, her previous happiness fading.

"Like what?" Asked Yael with a smug little grin. "Whatever do you mean, Vedrith?" She glanced at Ivis, and subtly flicked her head towards Vedrith.

Ah, a signal. I've been plotted against, I see. Vedrith thought as she glared at Yael suspiciously. Vedrith turned to Ivis, who she guessed was dragged along into the said plot.

"Uh, yes. You are... delusional." Said Ivis hesitantly as Vedrith met her eye.

Yael chuckled, and lightly rested a hand on Ivis's shoulder. To Vedrith's surprise, Ivis didn't flinch. "Don't worry about it. It's for us to know, and for you to wonder." She smiled, and glanced at Ivis again. "You gonna be alright with this loser?" She asked Ivis.

"Ouch." Said Vedrith, flatly.

"Shut up Vedrith." Yael snapped back.

Ivis smiled, and placed her hand over Yael's on her shoulder reassuringly. "I will." She said, sliding Yael's hand off of her shoulder. Ivis paused, and nodded to Yael. "Thank you." She added, genuinely.