The second planetary cluster was, as expected, immensely vast.
After the military vessel earlier left us alone, we pressed onward for another 10 hours—spending the entire duration within hyperspace. Yet even with that momentum, the path ahead remained long and daunting before we could reach the next border.
"They were wiped out again..."
Nyssra muttered, staring at a drone's live feed as though she were watching a slow-motion horror film.
Her complexion turned ghostly pale at the sight of her people being gunned down under a barrage of concentrated fire.
But even so, she understood that such sacrifices were necessary.
Painful choices, made to keep us alive and under the radar.
"Yeah..." I replied absently, barely registering my own voice.
Now that I think about it, the story she used to rope me into stealing the Primula was about how the Council of Elders planned to use it to assassinate President Astoria—my father.
