The Shattered Cell
Strike-class Tenixir r20 Medium Cruiser
Vroj’h System — “Neutral” Territory
“Please, Zyft,” Rasha Hawee continued to plead. She was wrestling with the restraints around her wrists. Thick calluses had formed, preventing bleeding from the effort. Zyft Yadar shifted uncomfortably where she stood. Her ear twitched, and with one hand she itched at it, while the other hand moved to her belt, hovering over a small remote activator.
“Rasha, don’t make me use this again,” the Revenant Captain said. The duty had fallen to her by default, a duty Zyft had never wanted in the first place. The Revenants had barely survived Dandoran, as they had barely survived the Principate. It was out of desperation to keep the Revenants together, and maybe a flash of love for what her former Captain, Rasha, had helped build, that she took the job.
That same love for her Captain, her friend, had held off today’s events for months and months. Zyft was out of excuses to postpone. Rasha Hawee had to be dealt with.
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