Praeteritus

[Char Aznable]

Nika stashed the canteen in the bag and closed it, immediately removing the sole heat source. A shiver went down her spine, causing her to shake her head slightly. She went over to her former mentor and lay her hand on Freya's, smiling a mischievous smile. It took her a significant amount of resolve to do so, but it felt like the right thing to do.
"You bring the virus and the freighter. I bring the manpower. Together we'll make them remember our names again... Even if it's just whispers."
Finally, she stood up and nodded a simple goodbye. There was no need for further words, and she had to admit herself that the exposure to Freya had caused a storm of conflicting emotions that she needed to deal with first. And before she broke down in front of the older woman, she had to make sure that she was out of range.

Within minutes, she had launched her ship and begun the tedious process of leaving the atmosphere without generating a strong signature. The wind and rain shook the cockpit, and she was glad for it. Because if it hadn't been so loud, she would have heard her own cries of anger and despair, shouted into the empty void of the green, wet sea in front of her.

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