One survivor.
To quell the rising anger toward them, as a direct result of the handling of the Tarn/Vos conflict. The Senate had sent out a small search and rescue unit to Tarn and Vos, to try to find any survivors in what was left of the cities.
Among the volunteers, one of the Senate security officers were overseeing the death toll.
"Optronix? Have you finished this quadrant?" One of the volunteers had stepped up to the officer.
"It depends on if you have found any more casualties?"
"We haven't. Everything is just pieces of scrap. We can barely tell where one body begins and where it ends."
Optronix nodded, taking in the sight of the city.
"Sometimes I wonder what the senate is doing…"
"What?"
Optronix shook his head and started walking down the street. Everywhere they went, they only found death. He wished that maybe they could find a survivor! Just one…
"Optronix! We may have something here!" One of the volunteers cried out, rolling the body of a femme away. She had shielded a smaller body with her own.
"it's a sub-unit! Femme, not more than a few vorns old. I'd say 4, tops."
"Condition?"
"Critical, but there is definitely spark activity."
Optronix watched as the volunteer picked up the small unit. The femme had been guarding the child with her own body. He extended his hands and the volunteer reluctantly handed the child over to him.
"I'll take her…" He whispered.
He walked away with the child in his arms. She was offline, but the volunteer was right, she was still alive. For once, Primus had listened and granted a small miracle in a time where corruption ruled, and everyone looked out only for themselves.