Fern
The moon had no name worth remembering, just Vayrath, a barren husk orbiting a dying planet. That's where Valah Hagen set her ship down. And for the first time in years, she felt the weight of her armor like a burden instead of a promise. She didn't speak. She just stared forward for a long time, helmet in her lap, staring back at her like an old friend she didn't recognize anymore. The missions, the lessons,
Andrew Lonek
voice, it all pressed down harder than beskar. She unclasped the chest plate. Then the gauntlets, the belt, each piece hitting the ground with a final clank. When she stood in her under suit, the cold wind of Vayrath cut through her. And she whispered, almost ashamed,
"This isn't for me."
She said it again louder, like if she shouted it, maybe it'd become true. Then she walked away. No ship, no weapons, no explanation. The armor remained like a silent witness, half buried in dust, as Valah Hagen disappeared into the storm.
Andrew Lonek
voice, it all pressed down harder than beskar. She unclasped the chest plate. Then the gauntlets, the belt, each piece hitting the ground with a final clank. When she stood in her under suit, the cold wind of Vayrath cut through her. And she whispered, almost ashamed,"This isn't for me."
She said it again louder, like if she shouted it, maybe it'd become true. Then she walked away. No ship, no weapons, no explanation. The armor remained like a silent witness, half buried in dust, as Valah Hagen disappeared into the storm.