The Cold Dark - Logs of an Etherium Survivor

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The others slept now, in their hibernation chambers in the cargo bay. Now they slept, controlling prions aboard the vessel as crew, and I knew I could not promise when they would awaken. We had paid the ultimate price, but we knew it was time to move on. The diplomatics of the agreement had been draining, wearing, and I was glad they were over - for now.

All but a few, those I had chosen, entrusted. I would need them to stay awake and coordinate with me as we began to learn of our new mobile home - the Evolution.

We had limited knowledge of this vast human craft, and could only harness a fraction of its capabilities. But as we accustomed ourselves to this nomadic existence we would grow stronger. We had arrivied with nothing but a scrap of our craft and now had...This. The logical conclusion would be to repeat the process in another location, using what we had learned of the humans to better disguise ourselves.

The mining story had aroused some suspicion amongst some of those humans we had encountered. I found that a small group of freelance pilots posing as mercenaries would go unnoticed more easily. So my prion Deidre became the leader of the human group known as the Void Runners.

It did not take us long to find another wreck to call home. This one had been heavily damaged, as at Moros. Again, we repaired the vessel, faster this time with more access to resources. Soon we had pressurised sections, our transports unloading materials required to repair the vital systems.

Hidden in the bowels of this human structure would be our people, contained, but alive. We would continue to use the face of the humans as we regathered our strength.

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Shard - The Faceless One