A Fallen hunched over a display table, the blue surface alight and throwing a sapphire glow onto her arms and face as she looked over the collection of starcharts and trade manifests strewn about it. Her armor lay in a disorganized pile in the corner, her Marauder helmet staring into space with its multitudes of glowing eyes. The long, blue Poncho and scarf heaped underneath it. She looked over the maps again and again. They were in Reef Space, as deadly and familiar as it ever had been. She loved her home, despite the fact she could count on four hands how many times it tried to kill her. She loved her family, despite running away. She wondered if they were ok, if they were even alive. Maybe she was the last one left.
She shuddered, lightly bringing a fist down, not slamming. But just trying to pull her thoughts away from that. She had been homesick for a long while now. But she needed her head clear. What she intended to do next required nothing less.
The Origin Libraries. The great scholarly halls of the Awoken, the sum-total of their soothsaying of the forces that dwelled within the twilight of light and dark. The secrets of walking in between. Not all was lost in the fires of Kaniks' bombs, if her sources were to be believed. A great wealth of hidden texts and stories, stories that would be very valued if they were to be returned to Awoken hands. She was ready to pull anything salvageable out of there, she had crates capable of being loaded to the brim with physical material, a few Data-Chips with Petabytes of storage. A salvaged decrypter she pulled from a Golden Age wreck. She was prepared, she had planned. Everything felt like it was in place. But yet her hands still shook, and it wasn't just from nerves, despite how many times she told herself.
"Something's bothering you." Came a rattling voice from inside her head, she wheels around and looks at her Psion compatriot. The front of the Clairvoyant's head illuminated in purple light, glowing like a Servitor's eye. Inerras let out a groan.
"Nothing's bothering me, except for you, Boronoc. How many times do I have to tell you to speak with your mouth, not your mind?" She grumbles, appearing to talk aloud to empty air. The Psion gives her a wry smile.
He throws his hands up meekly and acquises. "How many times do I have to tell you not to lie to a Clairvoyant?" He retorts, giving her the cocksure grin he always did when she was upset as he crossed his arms over his beaten up undersuit. "I can see that you're under stress, and I don't think it's just from planning this little excursion of ours." He continued, he wasn't lying one bit, and he didn't have to glance at her aura to understand her concern was family. All the fallen he encountered had taken on an air of desperation, fear, loathing, grief. She surprised him when she seemed to lack it. But now he saw it on her. His expression softens as his eye continues to drill into her. His inert psionics warping the space around him like heatwaves.
"You regret leaving, don't you?" He ventures in a soft tone. Walking up to her besides the table, she stared down at the table. Trying to keep her thoughts blank, not wanting to let Boronoc read her mind. She wasn't even sure he could read minds. He could, and sensed the attempted masking of her thoughts. It was an admirable effort, but in the end it was as effective as throwing a tarp over yourself to hide from a predatory animal. He cut through the manufactured fog quickly, finding she did.
"Maybe we could visit them, before this, that is if you know where they are. If not, we could visit The Spider. He keeps eyes on most that cross the Reef, and there are Manhunters out there, Rogue Corsairs. Plenty of-"
"I wish you would stop doing that." Inerras blurts out, her voice breaking for a moment. Her eyes mist. Boronoc bites his tongue. For all his clairvoyance. He could never anticipate the reactions those outside his species would give. Never know the complete transparency that concert brought. He goes to apologize, placing his hand on her back. But she whirls around and shoves him off of her, repulsed. "I'll come back to them when this job is done! When they can see that I didn't fail!" She shouts and storms to her quarters. Boronoc feeling a knot in his stomach as he sees the tears streaming down her face. He begins to follow, but stops just short of the ladder leading down to their quarters. He stares down the hole, debating whether to follow her down before giving a soft sigh and returning to the table.