Expected Guest

[Jazzi]

Catherine leans forward forward in her seat as she falls quiet. Her eyes trained intently on Revenant, watching what she could see of expression carefully as she listens. One hand rests on the top of the table, fingertips idly rubbing against it's coarse texture. The other rests on her lap.

She's not sure what she thinks of Revenant's view of the Order. From what she's seen there has been callousness. Ruthlessness. Yet, at their centre she's seen a kernel of humanity fighting for survival against a malicious universe. Revenant is speaking of survival too, yet she preaches adoption. Adaption over confrontation.

Cath smiles slightly as she moves her attention to hand. Memories of her life on Erie, living with her family in peace. The dissolution of the protectorate and the invasion of the Libertonians. Told our home was not ours. Not our home as we believed it to be; within the domain of Liberty's sandbox.

They had chosen confrontation then. They had chosen to be faithful to themselves as a people. They fought back by choosing destruction. By choosing conflict. Had they started that conflict? Had they invited their own strife when that satellite was brought down? What choice did they have? A shiver runs down her spine, and she takes a long sip of her coffee to melt the icy similarities.

Have we shot down an alien satellite?

"On the topic of Alien sandboxes, I saw a couple of things as we came to this sta- shrine. Two circular structures that I could've sworn were trade lane gates from a distance. I've the creeping feeling that's not a co-incidence, and... what these Sentinels? Do you mean the Nomads? Do you mean all Nomads or just some of them? I recall it speaking as if there were different Nomads. What is that about?"