04/24/20
(Noun) Humanity's new home, a foreign alien planet.
PART TWO
THE PLANET MIRA
Chapter Twenty Two
Mira
Night was a comfort to many, as the darkness settled in everyone found their way to their homes, their stations, their beds. Enveloped in the warmth of their blankets and the always appreciated peace of mind, there was silence. A gentle, calm near stillness.
Then, in what some saw as a brief moment, the night retreated and gave way to the early dawn.
Over the horizon, the sun began its journey, the bright and warm light peeking out over the tallest mountains in the distance and bathing the wild plains of Primordia. This splendid light would continue to travel across the continent, rousing various creatures from their own slumber before it finally reached the human city of New Los Angeles.
The normally bustling city within the White Whale's habitat unit was quiet and calm, a product of that gentle night before as the many that preceded it.
Yet with the arrival of the sun's light, that would soon change. Homes were warmed by the early morning sun, slowly beginning to rouse the many civilians and noncombatants that called NLA home.
Across the city, alarms began to ring for those who work and those who protect, waking them all from their slumber so that they may begin their days.
Within the BLADE Barracks, one lonely room sat undisturbed, an eerie and solemn silence filled the air. All was calm and still until a stray datapad came to life and an alarm went off, the irritable sound cutting through the silence. A hand quickly reached out and struck the device, forcefully silencing the alarm. The hand remained on top of the device before the one person in the room brought it back under their covers and let out a heavy sigh.
Sitting up in her bed, the Xenoform rubbed her eyes, doing her best to wake herself up.
She sat in that bed for a while more before glancing over at her datapad, she was sure that one of these days she'd break it doing that. Tapping the screen so a holographic display of the time showed up, she sighed. That was her third alarm. It wasn't often she slept through the first two but after last night and the realization of what today would be, she had no desire to get up.
Sitting in bed her eyes searched the rest of the room, she kept it clean, organized. Everything had its place. Returning her gaze to the datapad once more she tapped it to display the date as well as the weather and a heavily annotated version of her schedule for the day. More than half of the items were red signaling their late status.
She stared at it until it faded away, shaking her head she threw the sheets off her body. With a silent curse she stood up and headed for the showers, turning the knobs and letting the warm water cascade down her body. The whole time she was in there she forced herself to focus on the day ahead and her duties.
Truthfully all she wanted to do was return to her bed and sleep this miserable day away but deep down she knew she couldn't. No matter what happened, no matter how many people told her to do exactly that, she knew it was something she'd never allow herself to do.
Stepping out, she took hold of her towel and spoke several commands aloud, there was a ringtone for a few seconds before someone picked up.
"I...didn't expect to hear from you."
"I know I'm late."
The voice on the other end of the call, a man made some sort of grunt, no doubt aware she skirted around what he was trying to imply. With a sigh he continued.
"No need to worry about it."
Approaching her closet, the Xenoform began retrieving her clothes.
"Nagi. How are things at BLADE Tower today?"
The man kept silent, no doubt looking through the relevant information at that very moment.
"Good. Very good. All the complete mission reports have been filed so the console in the plaza is once more up to date."
"BLADE missions or NEXT missions?"
"Both."
Getting dressed, the Xenofrom nodded. She expected as much. Not that there was ever a reason for that to change.
"I'll be honest I did not expect to have you working today, Elma."
"Why would I not be working today?"
Nagi didn't respond but Elma knew exactly why.
"Will you be coming by the Tower today?"
Fully dressed, Elma's eyes found the calendar, despite all the technology at hand she always...enjoyed having a normal paper calendar to cross the dates off of. Staring at it now however only brought a frown to her face. Her continued silence led Nagi to speak once more.
"I don't mean to pry...I'm grateful for your assistance as always, Elma."
With that his voice cut out. Moving through her room, Elma reached her weapons locker and opened it up retrieving a rather heavy bag and placing it on top of her bed. Returning to her locker she pulled out her gear and armor, she ran her hand down the red and black design before putting it on, clicks signifying all the necessary locks.
Turning back to her bag she opened it up and pulled out a very advanced looking pistol, lines of ether running along its mechanisms. Looking it over, she nodded before strapping it to her waist and drawing a blade from her bag.
She pulled the blade free of its scabbard, examining the edge. The blade was long and simple yet there was a notch in the middle that ran across it, segmenting the blade in two parts though they showed no give.
Sliding it back into her sheathe, she attached it to her back, the weapon fitting in the spot created for it along her armor. Shouldering the bag she moved towards the bathroom once more, staring at herself in the mirror.
The black and red armor stood out along her blue skin and crystalline hair. She could clearly see that look in her eyes, tired, worn and haunted. She sincerely hoped that no one else could see it but she knew full well others would pick up on it no matter what she tried to do to hide it.
She hated that.
Clenching her fists, she fought back the urge to punch her reflection and shatter the lies. Turning away she walked back through her room, all the lights turning off as she stepped out and locked the door behind her.
The halls were quiet, bare, everyone else had taken off for their tasks. She was the last one. Pulling out her datapad and taking one last look at her schedule, she opened the main doors and stepped out into New Los Angeles.
The Administrative District was always the first to fill up with countless BLADEs going about their business, MMC doctors running errands and staff from BLADE Tower making the rounds.
Eyes focused on the BLADE plaza ahead, Elma began her approach. There were at least two or three groups of BLADEs milling about the mission consoles, talking amongst each other and making plans. She knew that the first person she wanted to speak with would be nearby, he always was. Several BLADEs turned to her, smiles on their faces they all greeted her.
There was some small conversation, several of them asked if she was open to accompanying them but she refused. Not today. Never today.
"Elma."
Hearing that familiar deep and vibrating voice, Elma turned to a rather tall man. Huge. His black hair was filled with blue highlights and only one eye was visible, the other covered by the mass of hair. His lower face was covered by a mask resulting in the vibrating echo of his voice.
Despite that, his clear blue eye gave off a friendly expression.
"Shun. I hope your day has been treating you well."
"It has as much as it can. I take it you were probably here looking for me."
"Of course. I trust that your Harrier division was able to drive off the Tyrants from the Noctilum Road?"
He nodded.
"We were. It's not often we see Tyrants, let alone three cooperating but as the Nopon were kind enough to tell us in advance..."
He came to a stop, a chuckle escaping.
"For pay...the Tyrants saw the road as some sort of...challenge. They didn't like the idea of us claiming their territory so they caused quite a bit of havoc in retaliation. We didn't want to kill all of them and risk more challenges but we need to ensure the roads remain protected. My team and I took out the leader and wounded his allies, they retreated after that. I left a few of my men to follow and observe. See where they set up next."
Elma nodded.
"Good. That's good...how goes the construction at the Nopon Docks?"
Shun looked up at the sky, thinking.
"It's alright...I think?"
"...did you drop by the Nopon Docks?"
Shun returned his gaze to Elma, she spotted that familiar mischief on his face. He began to laugh.
"I apologize, Elma. Slipped my mind...Gwin's team should be out there, I can ask them for a report."
"Thank you…"
Elma looked away, bringing up her datapad. Shun watched her, unsure of what to say next. Normally she was much more talkative and friendly. Bringing up his own datapad, he checked the date.
"Elma."
Looking at him again, she saw that look in his eye. That look. The look that followed her for so long. She couldn't stop some perverse anger, sadness from showing in her eyes. Only for it to fade away as if it was never there.
"Are you sure-"
"We have a lot to do, Shun. We always do. I...I thank you for your concern but...please."
"Yes ma'am."
Elma began to walk away, Shun falling into step next to her.
"I do have something else to report."
"About?"
"The First Primordia Road. On our way back from Noctilum we noticed that the Ovis were crossing more often and at even more points than usual. We set up a few more Ovis crossing signs so people don't run into them but it's becoming a bit of a hassle."
Elma brought up a map of Primordia with the three roads that cut through the continent highlighted. Shun was quick to point, a small area that listed the Ovis herd's current location and then where he saw them the night before.
"I have theories but I think it's best to wait for Elysia. This is her specialty after all."
"It is. Thank you again, Shun."
He nodded, a bright shine in his eye.
"Don't mention it Elma...I wish you the best. Always."
With a bow, he turned and walked off, Elma watched him go. Thankful for his understanding and patience as she always was.
Her eyes strayed to the gate leading out into Primordia, there was a chance a good friend was setting out today so she may as well drop by before getting back to her duties.
Stepping out into Primordia she saw the various Outfitter garages and a massive armored vehicle. Three BLADEs stood around it discussing something when one of them noticed Elma.
"Ah! Elma! Apologies, we were not slacking off!"
Elma shook her head.
"It's nothing, you all have a long road ahead of you."
The three nodded before Elma questioned the one in the lead.
"Bills, where is your team leader?"
"Hm? Oh! She took off to grab the rest of our supplies, we wanted to go along and help but she said she could handle it. Needed the exercise."
The black haired Curator at his side couldn't help but laugh.
"Needed the exercise. Have you seen her, Bills? She's bigger than all three of us put together."
Bills crossed his arms.
"Yeah, yeah, Hermann. Speak for yourself. Or for Tyler. I've been pumping my guns."
The red haired man to Bills' other side, Tyler, laughed as well.
"Please. Getting you to do exercise is nigh impossible, Bills."
"Alright, Alright! Why y'all so rowdy, eh? Simmer down."
The three looked past Elma, who turned to see a woman approaching. She was very tall and was carrying large bags full of supplies. Her arms were indeed impressive. Sunglasses on her face and a wide grin, she threw the bags to the men who caught them, Hermann fell over but managed to hold onto his.
"If y'all have time to chitchat, y'all have time to load up. I wanna be off and outta here as soon as. We're burning daylight in case you lot haven't noticed."
"Yes ma'am!"
The three began loading the supplies into the armored vehicle as the woman looked to Elma and smiled, taking off her sunglasses to reveal her golden eyes. Placing them on top of her head, in her bright red hair she spoke.
"Elma."
"Shula."
"What brings you here? Just payin' a visit to little ol' me?"
Elma nodded.
"I am...I know your team is going to be taking the Second Primordia Road to Oblivia."
"Yes, we are! We've got supplies for our Wrothian friends, that...plague weakened them greatly so believe me when I say it's great to see them up and about. I think Prince Ga Jiarg will appreciate these gifts."
Elma looked to the vehicle, watching Bills, Hermann and Tyler argue with each other as they loaded it up.
"Elma…"
With a sigh, Elma looked back at the other woman.
"I'm fine, Shula. Really."
"Pardon me but that sounds like bullshit."
At Elma's silence, Shula reached out and put a hand on her shoulder.
"Sorry. It's not my place...it's just wild to me that you push yourself so hard. I really do appreciate ya comin' out. Heaven knows I'd miss not being able to say bye to ya but…"
"Thank you, Shula. It's nothing...though I am going to miss having you around."
Shula smiled.
"I'll be back before you know it, Elma."
Elma seemed unconvinced.
"I mean...I guess we are gonna be kinda busy. Just a tad. Gotta check up on the Link Towers, visit the Wrothians, hit up the port town, bug the hell out of Irina and then cross the sea to...hm…"
Shula and Elma fell silent, watching Bills, Hermann and Tyler play rock, paper, scissors. With the winner decided, Bills jumped into the back seat, Tyler the front while Hermann got on the turret on top.
"I'll be back when I can be."
"No need to rush, do the job we all know you can do."
"Of course. See ya when I see ya!"
With a confident smile, Shula put her sunglasses back on and got into the vehicle, yelling something out to the three others before starting the engine. Elma stood there and watched as the vehicle took off across the Primordian plains.
Looking down at her datapad, she saw that only two items on her list were still on schedule but by the time she got to them, they'd be late as well.
Sighing, she turned around and began walking towards Armory Alley, as always the place was even more rowdy than the plaza, if just for L's presence and his rather rambunctious marketing campaigns. Seeing Elma, he quickly retrieved one of his treats he offered to his best and favorite customers.
"L…"
"Do not concern yourself madam! You and I both know you need this. Anything for you my lady!"
With a very theatrical bow, he returned to his duties. Elma smiled and thanked him before enjoying the treat. It was a ball of chocolate cake covered in frosting, the color of which was different every day. Today it was red.
While she always enjoyed the treat and knew full well that there was no one in NLA who didn't, the color did not sit right with her.
As she approached the bridge to the Residential District she heard someone calling her name from very far away. But they were getting closer at an alarming pace.
Quickly she looked up to the sky to see a small figure, a very familiar BLADE shooting down towards her.
Turning, Elma leapt at a wall and kicked off it with all her might, scooping the BLADE out of the air and landing nearby with her, safe.
"Elysia!"
"Sorry, sorry, Elma but I have big stuff to report to ya!"
Elysia was rather short with long, curly, pale green hair that she called 'minty' and wings protruding from her head. The young woman searched the pockets of her hoodie for her datapad all the while muttering.
"Now where is it?"
Elma could only sigh. The Curator before her was always so overly energetic and happy. It wasn't the kind of thing she was feeling today but she'd never want to bring someone's mood down. Not that there were many things that could break Elysia's cheerful disposition.
"Is this about the Ovis?"
That got her attention.
"The Ovis? Yes! The Ovis! Those poor little guys are scared out of their little fluff balls."
"Shun told me there were more crossing our road to Noctilum. What's going on?"
"Nova and I have been looking into it and based on the Indigen activity it seems like a new Tyrant is encroaching on their feeding grounds. We haven't been able to track down what the Tyrant looks like but there are quite a few packs of Grexes following its lead. The Grexes have been chasing all of the Ovis out of their homes. Whoever this Tyrant is, their territory is expanding really fast. Unnaturally fast."
Elma nodded, that made sense if not a slight bit concerning. Elysia finally found her datapad to bring up the information that was much like what Shun had shown her but with new anecdotes about the specific Ovis herds and their movement patterns.
The pair's attention was then directed to a rather loud meow. Turning both BLADEs spotted a cat walking towards them, specifically towards Elysia. It began rubbing itself against her jeans.
"Nova! I told you to wait in the Skell, silly little guy."
A small, faint smile appeared on Elma's face as she watched Elysia pick Nova up. The cat twisted itself to look at Elma and meowed.
"Anyway, back to the Ovis thing. We're gonna need some teams to start forcing the Grexes back. If we can do that, the Tyrant will show himself to restore order. We've got to give the Ovis their homes back!"
Elma looked at her map, while they didn't necessarily have to worry about the FrontierNav Links in the area, having the Ovis constantly stampede over the road was not a good thing.
"Alright. Shun was at the plaza, go talk this over with him. I'm sure you two can figure it out."
Elysia thought for a moment.
"I'll call on Mavis too, she's always ready to help with these kinds of things."
Elma nodded, looking away only for Elysia to realize that only made a team of three.
"Elma...what about you?"
The two fell silent, Nova put a paw on Elysia's face and let out a low meow.
"O-oh. I..."
Elma shook her head.
"Don't worry yourself Elysia...I'll see you soon."
With that, Elysia departed still holding onto Nova who began to meow once more, the Curator spoke to the cat in a hushed tone.
Elma looked at her datapad once more to see one more appointment flash red. With a heavy sigh, she abandoned the schedule and turned around. The BLADE lot nearby should have a vehicle she could use to get to her next destination.
The fourth quarter of the Habitat Unit has since been filled with the highly important R&D District which supplied the majority of Outfitters and engineering teams with housing as well as ample workspace for their important assignments. The R&D District connected very easily to the Industrial District, making it the prime location. Getting into a car, she slid her ID over the dash and the vehicle turned on.
Pulling into the BLADE lot at the edge of the R&D District, she stepped outside and looked at all the buildings. Noise filled the air as countless important projects continued seemingly without end.
As she approached the specific facility she came for, there was an explosion which caused the door to fly open and smoke to pour out. Not long after, a handful of researchers stumbled out and into the open, one of them with long green hair tied up in a ponytail and a notable scar over one eye pulled off his glasses and coughed.
"That man is a bloody lunatic…"
Shaking his head, he returned his glasses to his face and saw Elma.
"Good morn, Elma!"
"Penta. I take it the project didn't go so well?"
"Oh this? Perish the thought, it went swimmingly! The man's goal was clearly to kill us all and he absolutely succeeded."
From the smoke emerged a very familiar man, despite her mood, Elma couldn't fight off the smile every time she saw him.
His white lab coat was covered in all sorts of stains and dust, his blue hair as vibrant as ever though now his face sported a mustache and beard.
"You are the chattiest ghost I've ever created Penta."
"Bugger off."
"Kruse."
Turning, the young wolf saw Elma and smiled, wide.
"Elma...I didn't think we'd be seeing you today."
Penta seemed confused, throwing a glance Kruse's way. A wordless conversation was shared, the green haired man sighed.
"Right. Right. I'll clean up."
"Isn't Senti expecting you?"
Penta smiled.
"She is but I can't very well let you suffer in this mess of your own making now can I?"
"We both know you'd love nothing more."
Penta shrugged before excusing himself and entering the building, shouting out orders to the rest of the engineers. Elma's eyes traveled to the logo at the top of the building as well as the title. Beta Wolf.
"How is Harriet?"
"She's fine. Probably has a meal waiting for me."
"Don't tell me you kept Penta here overnight, Kruse."
"Time got away from me."
"Kruse."
The man nodded.
"I know, I know. Once we're done cleaning I'll send everyone home. Did you need something?"
She shook her head.
"It can wait. I didn't expect you to be in the middle of something."
"It's no problem Elma, I can always make time."
Elma pulled out her datapad and sent Kruse the notes about the Primordia Road and the Ovis. He looked them over, running a hand through his beard.
"I see...you want us to update the FrontierNav Link Hardware?"
Elma nodded.
"While I can understand the worry, we've got it to the point where Ovis running over it on a daily basis shouldn't break it or damage it in any notable way."
"I know but-"
"The Tyrant, yeah that could be a problem but that's why we eliminate them before they become one. It'll be fine Elma. FrontierNav has expanded and we've got enough Link Towers in place that losing one node installed under the road won't bring it all crashing down…"
Kruse trailed off, watching Elma. She clearly wasn't paying attention. It wasn't that she wanted him to do something, it's that she wanted him to distract her.
"I could go with you. Elma."
"No. No...go home. Go to Harriet. Eat. Sleep. Please."
Kruse stared at his old friend, his gaze threatened to break Elma. She watched as he turned away, bringing a hand to his eyes and cursing. She understood what he was feeling far too well.
"Kruse…"
"Elma, what ifs will not benefit us."
"...I know...I know…"
Stepping forward, the man embraced her. She didn't want to admit it, but this was why she came here. Not for work. Just this. Closing her eyes, she wrapped her arms around him.
Further into the R&D District, Elma found the other facility she always made sure to visit on this day. Taking a deep breath she descended the stairs to the underground entrance.
Written along the main door was one phrase "Last Of LAST". Elma swallowed before stepping up to the door and knocking.
"Kriss...it's me. As always."
The silence that followed was deafening. Moving away from the door, Elma slid open one of the compartments to reveal empty trays. Despite everything, seeing these brought a small smile to her face.
"It's good to know you're eating…"
Taking the trays she put them in a bag before approaching the door once more.
"Kriss...I'll be going there soon...you can come out later if you wish to be alone...I wish you didn't. I really do."
Elma closed her eyes.
"I miss my friend."
Minutes passed before Elma decided to leave. She didn't expect this to go any other way but she had to stop by. She had to let Kriss know she still cared.
Inside the facility, Kriss sat on the floor, her back against the front door and her head in her hands.
In her car once again, Elma drove off towards the Residential District. Turning off the connecting road she got onto one of the bridges which took her away from NLA, away from the Habitat Unit and over the ocean into a second unit farther out to sea. Turning her gaze she could see the other bridge connecting NLA to the third unit and several cars traversing it as well.
The bridge turned down, linking up in the second unit, turning off the bridgeway she made her way over to another lot, parked and exited her vehicle. She left her weapons, her datapad, everything related to work in the backseat and turned.
NLA's second unit was all residential and extracurricular. There was a massive park in the center, surrounded by all sorts of fields for other activities and sports. People camped, held cookouts and picnics here all the time. Taking a deep breath, she entered the park, her eyes focused on the fountain at the center, a large monolith stood at the center of the fountain in the shape of the Lifehold Archive Units. There were several well crafted, pure white benches along the magnificently designed fountain.
Standing in front of the monolith, Elma waved her hand over the reader, several holographic screens popping up before her.
Names and images began to scroll by, each was a brave man, woman or Xenoform who had perished in the line of duty or had their lives taken from them by the vile forces at work on this planet. The list the memorial provided was longer than it had any right to be, reminding Elma of all the pain they'd suffered through in their attempt to live their lives.
Taking a deep breath, she found her way through the categories until she came upon the list she was searching for. Starfall. Her heart froze in her chest as it always did, moving her hand along the list she saw so many names, including that of her brother. Aeon.
Clasping her hands together, she spoke a soft prayer for him in their native tongue. Despite what Mira did to their personal communications, she knew in her heart she was speaking to him with the voice he's always known.
Accepting his loss wasn't easy but after her first trip to that damned Gulch, she had to.
After the moment passed, she looked at the list before her once more. Her eyes focused on the other one. The one she still could not accept.
She knew she shouldn't do this, but she also knew there was no version where she walked away. Waving her hand over the name, she watched as the dossier popped up in front of her, complete with the image. Her image.
Those striking red eyes, the lightning tattoo, her brilliant red hair. Elma felt her breath catch in her throat as she sat down on a bench. Searching for her words she finally allowed herself to speak.
"Jaynix...it's…"
With a heavy sigh, she looked at her dear friend's image.
"It's been four years…"
She steadied her breathing once more.
"...since Starfall...since we…"
She shook her head, unable to get those words out even now.
"We've...we've been surviving. Thriving. This year makes it two and half years since our last major Ganglion disturbance. We've confirmed their hold on any of their bases has long since been broken. No rebellion is forming, no counterattack. They're a distant memory. We won..."
Elma sighed.
"Peace is strange. A lot of us still don't know how to respond to it but we're working it out. Mira is massive...we've been exploring the farther reaches. Beyond Noctilum, beyond Oblivia and beyond Cauldros for the better part of two years. We've found so many new regions, new peoples, creatures...we found…"
She smiled.
"We found more of us...what am I saying, you know all this already, I told you this last year."
Elma fell silent, thinking if there was anything to report about 2060. Anything that truly stood out to her.
"I hope you don't think I've given up...I know I was the one who changed your status on our internal archives. It had to be me but I didn't agree with it. I never will I…"
She laughed.
"The five stages of grief yes? Was each stage supposed to last a year because I still haven't gotten to acceptance. I was in denial for so long...now I think I'm in bargaining but other days I'm in denial once more and other days I'm just so angry I want to fight everyone who looks at me with pity in their eyes."
Elma felt tears form in her eyes.
"You...no one can understand...what it's like to be the one that pulled the trigger. I have nightmares of that moment more often than I care to admit...I've told this to no one but you."
She tried to breathe, it came out shaky, tears falling.
"Sometimes...I get so mad seeing everyone else happy...how could they forget about you? But then I see it. They haven't. Kruse...he misses you so much. Kriss doesn't speak to anyone anymore. Irina and Gwin, they leave flowers for you everytime they come back to NLA."
Elma laughed, an empty laugh.
"Nagi he...I…"
After another long breath, Elma looked at Jaynix's dossier once more.
"We all lost so much four years ago...too much...I feel like such a fool for dwelling on it but...the Ganglion, they were the only thing that helped me clear my mind. Once we killed Luxaar, destroyed the Vita and broke their hold on this planet, we were free to live and the pain came right back to me."
Elma wiped her face.
"You didn't even get to see the real me...I wanted nothing more than to be myself around you. My true self...I should have told you when I had the chance…"
There was a long silence, Elma continued to wipe her face and steady herself.
"...despite all that...despite everything...four years is not enough for me to give up...I'm going to find you. Even if...even if all I find is your…"
Elma couldn't finish that thought.
"You've been out there, alone for four years. That's too much for anyone...if you're alive, trust me for a little longer...if not…"
A breeze came through, Elma looked up at the sky, closing her eyes. She could only hope that...wherever she was, she could feel this breeze too. Standing, Elma opened her eyes.
"Almost one thousand and five hundred days...just give me a little more time…"
Elma didn't want to admit that she was starting to forget the sound of Jaynix's voice. Or at least, the happy, joyful and flirtatious sound of Jaynix's voice. All that filled her mind when she thought of it now was the pain. Her telling Elma to do it, to fire on her. Her broken cries for her wife.
That was all she could remember.
None of the good times.
Only the pain.
"...I'll be back with flowers, Jaynix...wait for me…"
Elma turned away, doing her best to reclaim that face of the Reclaimer that everyone knew before leaving the park, Jaynix's dossier still displayed behind her.
Name: Jaynix Isaiah Copeland
Age: 34+2M
Marital Status: Wife, Lyla Copeland
Served: Coalition Armed Forces,
3rd Soldier Unit AKA The Reapers
Service Time: February 18th 2044 - July 27th 2056
Status: Killed In Action During Starfall