Soulmates.

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The Shrine is a living relic of a time when the universe was ... hot and hectic. It was made to persist long after its disuse. Abandonment was what did happen. It did not matter though. The Shrine was at peace where it was it didnt play with those within it no more then it tortured the inhabitants... you could say its ambitions were more shiftless.

The Exarch known as Ophelia actively teased at its secrets.

Ninea had spent a great deal of time on the Shrine, when she had gotten there it was not as filled out as it is today. The substrate of the structure seemed vital but until recently thanks to her and O.R.I.N. the Churches A.I. the substrate was merely neutral... "foam" that in a vary interesting way mimic's the input.

It could be a room with paintings or personal items.. or a literal snapshot of a place.. it was almost perfect... no holographic phenomena or illusions other then the "stuff" would contort or shift to the perspective of the subject int he room to.. seem like.. objects at distance or.. objects far away.

It never made anything on its own.. for instance Ninea was able to recreate a fight between her brothers over an orange. Of all things. Everything was exsactly as it was nothing different. Even details shed forgotten.

This was also vary handy as it seems the Shrine itself would trick people sometimes... small things at first.. mislabeling the bathrooms. Moving a stall to the kitchen or the hanger bay while you were in it.

It was also able to construct objects though... the only constructions that left under their own power were Nomad Morphs.

The morph were their own piece of an ancient puzzle. The DaamKVosh and the Nomads both were worlds unto themselves but this was the only direct proof the two co existed.

Morphs were ingenious in their ability. Possessing superior maneuverability and great range Morphs worked in the far flung area of the galaxy the Shrine resided in and seemingly without a needed connection to the larger hive. Nomad ships rarely came to the Shrine as well.

The Shrine received comm traffic through subspace. Yet how that data was processed was a mystery. As the Human constructed portions of the shrine had thier own support systems it was apparent at some point all the internals were either eaten away or assimilated by the substrate. The humans sections on the surface looked the same but had long been absorbed.

Despite this the terminals and holo dramas still had terrible reception. Ninea made her own space in the "deep" of the structure... where the archives and Black Channel hub was housed.

+Ophelia, this one has copied a personal message to you from Malta.+

"Alright Orin.. who is .. Oh. " Ninea s voice flattened out. It had been three months since the last message from Tito but this was from mother.

She scanned over it there was a short message barely over two paragraphs.

"Father is dying, we wants you here. we have made sure despite your... Selfish association with those nut-balls no one will stop you." it was written.

"No one could stop me. Mother. " Ninea didn't know she mumbled it.

+Beg Pardon?+

Ninea inhaled sharply playing with the option to archive or delete...

Delete it is.

"Nothing dear. I have to go home.. family business. " the words ooze out with the rest of her breath.

+Are you coming back. ?+

"Im not staying there no. Last words though... I need to have them said." She said softly.

+This one understands that mortality is impermanent. This one also will miss you when you leave. +

For an AI this was.. fairly a highly emotional statement.

"I will miss you too. Can you find Three Winds for me?" she asked ORIN.

+He is at Freeport 11 with Balor. Leonard is attempting to meet with the administrator there.+

"Please let them know im coming. It will be a good stop on the way home." Gathering her cloak and mask. Ninea put her sword on. There might be a duel before the end of the trip...