RAFA V
HOME PLANET OF THE SHARU
THE SCAR WORLDS
The genocidal alien brutes known as Bryn'adûl had left much of this sector in ruins. Like nearby Erilnar, Rafa V had faced outright genocide and severe environmental damage. Revitalizing this world would take, oh, decades. Longer than Shath's homeworld of Mimban, certainly, even with the help of both the few Sharu Forerunners and their descendants, the distant Sharukan Empire.
The Tyrax, a Sharukan expeditionary battleship, had touched down on a desolate plain, and small modern boats owned by Forerunners too. In the battleship's shade, in a new prefab settlement, survivors and Forerunners and Sharuka alike were undertaking a memorial celebration of sorts.
No humans were allowed. This planet had died without intervention by the Galaxy's current dominant species, and it could be mourned without them too.
As a mist-weaver, Shath had been asked to say a few words later on. For the moment, a dozen ancient and modern species mingled in the prefab settlement, exchanging uniquenesses and camaraderie and shared mourning. Highly diverse social intoxicants played a role: Shath was drinking minimally, still on his first bulb of Gree 'indigo asymptote' moonshine. He needed to keep a clear head for later.
HOME PLANET OF THE SHARU
THE SCAR WORLDS
The genocidal alien brutes known as Bryn'adûl had left much of this sector in ruins. Like nearby Erilnar, Rafa V had faced outright genocide and severe environmental damage. Revitalizing this world would take, oh, decades. Longer than Shath's homeworld of Mimban, certainly, even with the help of both the few Sharu Forerunners and their descendants, the distant Sharukan Empire.
The Tyrax, a Sharukan expeditionary battleship, had touched down on a desolate plain, and small modern boats owned by Forerunners too. In the battleship's shade, in a new prefab settlement, survivors and Forerunners and Sharuka alike were undertaking a memorial celebration of sorts.
No humans were allowed. This planet had died without intervention by the Galaxy's current dominant species, and it could be mourned without them too.
As a mist-weaver, Shath had been asked to say a few words later on. For the moment, a dozen ancient and modern species mingled in the prefab settlement, exchanging uniquenesses and camaraderie and shared mourning. Highly diverse social intoxicants played a role: Shath was drinking minimally, still on his first bulb of Gree 'indigo asymptote' moonshine. He needed to keep a clear head for later.