Spacedrakes
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Days, weeks, months..
🕑 Added 2025-06-01 13:34:57 +0000 UTCThe nebula the Behemoth was gliding through cast a marvelous array of greens and blues inside the small vessel, casting dark, rich shadows that seemed as if they'd swallow you if you became to near.
Ezrael sat on the edge of the bunk in the crew quarters she'd taken for her own. The captains chambers were too large, too lavish, too opulent for her. She was a wild animal, lost body and mind after twenty cycles of hell, and like an animal, she preferred to hide away in small spaces that were easily defended.
Strewn across the room were pieces of ballast she was too lazy to dispose of. Dark purple mist hovered in glass canisters all over the small room and various syringes had been used as darts and thrown into the walls.
Shesat in silence, her breathing too loud in her own head. She took another hit off the calming drug and let out a slow breath from her nose, purple mist floating lazily into the air. She didn't want to feel. She wanted peace, silence inside her mind. She wanted to drown out the screams that haunted her memory.
Behind her, her sleek glass datapad glowed softly, showing an image of her last search, Sirius. It pulsed slowly with "status: unknown."
With a sigh she took another hit off of the mist canisters, feeling an instant flood of calmness wash over her, as if her brain itself was being put to sleep.
