A murder most foul

[jakub963]

It was just another long sleepless night for Lyra, just one of many. At least lately. She was sitting on ground, in the middle of the brige section, meditating.
Something was troubling her though she was not sure what.

"A message..?" she thought. She didnt had a personal computer per see, she was a computer. At least to some extend. She pun on black robes and left the ship.

Phasmatis was curently docked on Eden space port because of sheduled resuply and refueling. It didnt had a crew, it had just Lyra. Preserver Lyra Frost.

It didnt took long to get to the location described in the message, public transports were fast enough. Looking out of the window on the falling rain was somehow soothing effect on her, she calmed a bit.

Still very unsure why she was called she aproached one of the security officers standing in front of room.
"May the Creator bless you."

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