Sophelia Ardemark
Immaculate
The comms message was a holo of a hand-written letter with very neatly scrawled script. Sometimes it felt more real to write something using an ancient technique, rather than quickly typed. It felt more real. More personal.
Dear
Lysander von Ascania
,
You don't know me. Why would you? I imagine it must be easy to plot behind closed doors and within the protective shell of Sith Covenant blockades, ships, and armor. Worlds corrupted by the dark. Was it easy for you to spur the sith into slaughtering the refugees of my people? Of the Tapani? While I hold no love for House Calipsa or House Mecetti, I do hold love for civilians. For those trying to live. How did it feel to hunt down mothers? Fathers? Children?
I don't expect an answer from you.
I just wanted you to know about the hurt and pain left in the Covenant's wake. That there will be consequences. Maybe not from me. Maybe nothing you will see or experience in the next few weeks, months, years. But there will be one day.
Maybe you will rejoice at these words. At the pain you've caused me and thousands of others. I don't know. I can only write and let you know that your actions and those of your Covenant have not gone unnoticed. Or forgotten.
With much regret,
Sophelia Ardemark
Dear
Lysander von Ascania
,You don't know me. Why would you? I imagine it must be easy to plot behind closed doors and within the protective shell of Sith Covenant blockades, ships, and armor. Worlds corrupted by the dark. Was it easy for you to spur the sith into slaughtering the refugees of my people? Of the Tapani? While I hold no love for House Calipsa or House Mecetti, I do hold love for civilians. For those trying to live. How did it feel to hunt down mothers? Fathers? Children?
I don't expect an answer from you.
I just wanted you to know about the hurt and pain left in the Covenant's wake. That there will be consequences. Maybe not from me. Maybe nothing you will see or experience in the next few weeks, months, years. But there will be one day.
Maybe you will rejoice at these words. At the pain you've caused me and thousands of others. I don't know. I can only write and let you know that your actions and those of your Covenant have not gone unnoticed. Or forgotten.
With much regret,
Sophelia Ardemark