Mira's Vacation

The next two months were a blur of logistics. Mira married a Saiyaran noble, Anther, in a swift, formal ceremony that sealed their critical alliance.

Immediately after, Eve reclaimed the command chair. Her first order was a personal mandate: Mira's forced leave. A top-of-the-line cruiser was fueled for a five-month tour of the galaxy's most tranquil nebulae. Mira, ever the dutiful soldier, protested, but the Queen's order was absolute.

With Mira's constant, meticulous oversight gone, the ship's rhythm changed. To bridge the gap, Tanya, Nomad's chief architect, found herself coordinating logistics and operational tempo, handling the endless stream of data Mira would normally process. She did it well.

Unlike Mira, Eve wasn't commanding. She was natural.

The new teams began to mingle, a process nurtured by the core squad. Jax took the hulking K'tharr under his wing, showing him which protein synthesizer best replicated Terra Magna's rocky diet. Anya was often seen in deep debate with Zohan, the telekinetic, arguing the physics of his 'mind over matter' abilities. The human Sentinels of Team Charlie trained alongside Eve squad, Jax also helped their disciplined tactics, a stark but effective contrast to the core team's creative chaos.

Eve would observe it all, sometimes appearing on the bridge where Vayne monitored long-range sensors. "You look radiant today commander," he'd say with his trademark grin. Eve would simply smile, a flicker of ancient amusement in her eyes. "The stars are particularly bright in this sector, Vayne. Try not to get distracted."

One cycle, she wandered onto Training Deck. Hannah was sparring with the five Cesna sisters, her movements a blur of deadly precision against their flawless teamwork. She spotted Eve watching. "Commander," Hannah called out, a respectful challenge in her voice. "You seem bored. Care to give the girls a real test?"

Eve offered a small, knowing smile. "A test?" She glided onto the matte floor. "Alright. Subdue me."

The five sisters attacked as one. What followed was a lesson in impossibility. A fist struck empty air where Eve had been. A leg sweep met no resistance. They moved like a storm, but she was the calm at its eye, flowing between them like smoke with her eyes closed. After a few moments of this effortless evasion, she looked at Hannah. "You too, Hannah."

Hannah joined the fray without hesitation. Six master combatants, a hurricane of strikes and grapples, converged on a single point. And the point was simply… not there. A gentle touch to a pressure point sent a Cesna-1 to her knees. A subtle shift of her shoulder caused two sisters to collide. Cesna 2 and 3 down. She caught Hannah's wrist mid-strike, using her momentum to unbalance her gracefully. It was over in under a minute. The six of them were sprawled on the floor, panting and defeated. Eve stood among them, perfectly still, not a single hair out of place.

Later, alone slumped in commander's chair, the quiet reminded her of a time when her universe was simpler, sharper. She remembered her days as a bounty hunter, the grit of the Sal Parlos orbital station, the thrill of the hunt. She remembered her true home then, her traveling RB: the scout ship Natasha.

A vessel barely larger than this room had been her entire world, Natasha's AI voice her only constant companion.

Flickering memories of days when she hadn't first met Mira. Then her visit to Saiyara and everything that followed and changed her life.

Now, her reality was this 12-kilometer behemoth starfleet with its crew of 12,000 souls, and the weight of 50 additional IC fleets that answered her call. The profound loneliness of her existence hadn't vanished. It had simply expanded to fill an impossibly vast container—a silent, star-dusted throne at the heart of the galaxy she was sworn to protect.

She missed Mira at the command console. Happy that she was going to start a family. When Eve used to enter the command center, Mira used to leave the chair for her. Now she was napping on the very chair, her eyes closed. Tanya put a blanket on her, she wasn't Saiyaran but looking at her beauty she thought, "one reason alone is good enough why Saiyarans loved her so much."

This was the legend in Saiyaran carriculium, books, lore… and countless galaxies singed songs of her quests. Centuries old, she had become parts of scriptures and texts, just just humans but aliens as well. A legend that spanned galaxies.

Upclose, she just looked like a young girl, a beautiful flower, needing all the snuggles and care in the world. Upclose sleeping, she looked like an emo girl packed into a hot suit, about to wake up angry, cause in her sleep you could see her brows get a little tense sometimes, like in her dreams she's arguing with her family. She doesn't have a family. She's just like that, a mystery born into a mystery.