Prologue

Regret

Samara sat on the ground of the NormandySR-2's observation deck, in the traditional justicar meditative form, looking out into the vast nothingness of space.

In the reflective mood of her meditation, Samara would often get lost in feelings of nostalgia, The insubstantiality of space freeing her senses, to where she could almost see an image in the darkness.

She was sitting at home, Falere and Rila her oldest daughters, not quite ten years old were sitting on her knees, with their arms surrounding her in a tight hug.

Mirala, Samaras youngest was sitting on the ground hugging her mothers leg, looking up with a small pout.

Of all her daughters Samara felt that Mirala was the most like her, smiling affectionately she reached down and placed her hand on top of her youngest daughters head.

If not for her Justicar training the memory would have left her sobbing on the ground of the deck, the Justicar training helped her bury her emotions.

Still, she couldn't help her loss reflect on her face.

As she stared into the blackness of a harsh universe, Samara lost herself in reminiscence.