Tuaran sunr Daelran stood in the early morning on the observation deck of Jericho Station watching a supply ship moving into postion to dock. The ship looked massive but was dwarfed by the Maelstrom's Eye that loomed in the background like a voracious beast that wanted nothing more than to devour the universe. The wormhole was a swirling mass of gas and energy that had been guarded by the Einherjar Rangers for generations and Tuaran was no different.
Most Leathsidhe were loners by nature, but Tuaran had made a home in the station that was renown throughout the CONFED as an outpost for outcasts that can call no other place home. Jericho Station was the last stop on the outskirts of known space for those who had nowhere else to go.
Tuaran was nearly knocked clear across the room when the supply ship exploded and the shrill sound of warning claxons broke the stillness of the early morning.
Tuaran sunr Daelran, Captain of the Einherjar Rangers that were stationed at Jericho Station was about to have a really bad day.
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