As the ship docked with the base, Arpluvial thought about her last few years as an Engineer. The battle with the Scorn and the Riven had left her emotionally tattered - she had seen so much destruction.
"How will I ever start again," she asked herself aloud, well aware that she needed some downtime.
"Docking sequence complete," a computerized voice said loudly, "pressure is stable. You may now leave your ship."
She deactivated
[B][I][SIZE=4]The Story of Arpluvial[/SIZE][/I][/B]
On a day that smelled like rain and sunshine, a baby girl was born in a treehouse on the outskirts of Brackenridge Forest.
"I shall name her Arpluvial," beamed a lumbering hulk of a man named Jaesim, her father, cradled her, "after the trees and rain from whence she came."
"It's perfect," his wife, Tessapin, smiled with a slight cough.
They lived in complete
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