The PsychologistVoi sat in a frigid room, fidgeting in a metal chair at a metal table while listening to Borellian news reports about the dreadnought attack on the radio. Absently, she ran her jittery fingers over the scars on her wrist to remind herself that she was still alive, that she should be grateful, that the surreality of the news was, in fact, reality—quite like her waking moments after collapsing from her Initiation.
Something on the ship had changed her.
In other news, the dreadnought had been successfully apprehended and landed on Z’Gaurdeaer grounds, according to military spokespeople. Over two hundred casualties had been tallied so far, but none of them were high-ranking League officials or the leaders who’d gathered at Darmoil’s induction ceremony only hours before. While
