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The Sword of the Legion

The inside of the ship was clammy, the wind that whistles through the vents of the cruiser turning the air frigid as it prowled like an immense lamid through the void. It was a chill that made Ayileen shudder, pulling her worn shawl tighter about herself as she padded across the steel decking, her small feet making the only sound her straining ears could detect. It had been hours since she’d seen a member of the crew, blue clad and masked, though she was no stranger to complete isolation. Since the Chimera's Fangs had descended on her pitiful Agri world and locked her away in the depths of their cruiser, she’d known little of comp