The stars flickered outside of the cockpit of the Verite. A sleek Gallente built Asteroid frigate valley login enough for the lone pilot inside. Amelia Vaurenta fingers down across the console running diagnostics as a mind replay the events that had led her hair to the fringes of Federation face the brink of her own limits.

The nebula beyond stretched and indifferent, their radiance casting hues of green and gold over the hull. Her mind drifted back to Luminaire, to the towering skyscrapers that led the capital planet of Gallente Prime and the ideals of freedom that seems so distant now.

She was deep in syndicate space the lawless region where the Gallenteon Outkast known as the Intaki Syndicate ruled. The mission had been so simple on paper: intercept a Serpendis convoy, confirm the cargo, and eliminate any potential resistance. But out here far from the Federation oversight things rarely went as planned…

Sensors buzzed and a familiar voice crackle through the comms.

“Pilot Vaurent,” the cold clipped voice of agent LaRoux from her Federation Navy contract liaison “ do you understand your mission?”

Amelia’s jaw clenched. The question was insulting a reminder of her role as little little more than a pawn. “ perfectly,” she replied suppressing the bitterness that rose in her throat. She was Galentean through and through and the ideals of liberty and democracy had one driven her. But here they felt like a distant dream lost among the stars.

“ I need you to confirm it, Pilot” LaRoux pressed. His voice sharp. “ I expect compliance.”

She sighed and said. “ I am here to intercept the convoy. Confirm the cargo and terminate any interference.”

“ that’s correct and remember the syndicate and the serpentis have deep ties. Whatever the transporting could destabilise the region.”

Amelia Forster self debrief slowly. It wasn’t the syndicate or the serpentis that troubled her. The real gnawing at her was why this convoy now. Gallentean politics were murky at the best of times but something about this felt wrong, to secretive, too urgent. The Federation motives were no longer clear.

Her display flickered as a sensors picked up the convoy just a few thousand kilometres ahead coasting through the shadows of a distant astroid belt. Six ships. Three. Serpentis escort frigates and three unmarked transports. Amelia zoomed in on the transports, her heart sinking. They weren’t military vessels these were civilian haulers lightly armoured and vulnerable.

LaRouxs voice cuts through her thoughts “targets confirmed?”

“Confirmed” she replied through gritted teeth.

“Good,” LaRoux said, satisfaction seeping in his voice “process”

The Verites weapons hummed to life as she powered up her drones, her ship surging towards the convoy. The serpentis patrol frigate detected her approach breaking formation to intercept. Its warped disruptor locked onto her, but Amelia remained calm. Her sisters of eve tech could handle it cloaking stabs and advanced tracking disruptors. She deployed a flight of drones to deal with the frigate knowing it wouldn’t last long against the ships superior fire power. She targeted the next vessel her senses flared. A rogue transmission cuts through the comms static, a voice she hadn’t heard in years.

“ Amelia…”

Had her hand froze over the trigger. The voice was soft, familiar, impossible.

“ Amelia don’t do this”

It couldn’t be. But The Voice. The tone. It was unmistakable. Valen. Her former wing man presumed dead after defecting to the calderi several years ago. They had flown countless missions together for the Federation Navy before things went wrong. Before Valen had disappeared into empty space labelled as a traitor to Gallente ideals.

She swallowed hard. “Valen?” She whispered.

The Voice came again clearer this time. “ Amelia stop that convoy isn’t what you think. They lied to you.”

Her stomach twisted. The Federation had told her it was serpentis cargo, contraband weapons, illegal boosters. But Valens tone was urgent, pleading. He wouldn’t risk contacting her like this unless something was wrong.

“ I don’t have time for this,” she muttered, heart racing.

“ you have to listen. The Federation is using you like they used me.” Valen said, his voice sharp now. “ that convoy is full of political refugees. Civilian, she spoke out against the Senates secret policies. They trying to escape into syndicate space where the Federation can’t reach them.”

“ refugees?” Amelia hand trembled. That wasn’t possible. Halle the was the beacon of freedom, of democracy. They didn’t silence dissenters… did they?

“They’ve been targeting anyone who questions the government.” Valen continues. “ journalist activist…. people like us you think you’re stopping criminals but your silencing voices!”

Amelia’s mind spun. LaRoux had been unusually tight lipped about the mission. And the unmarked transports - civilian vessels not military suddenly made sense. Was she really here to kill innocents?

Her sensors flared again. The other serpentis ships had locked onto her. And her display lit up with warning signs. Weapons systems active. They were preparing to fire.

“I don’t have time for this Valen!” She barked. Feeling adrenaline flood her system. “ You expect me to believe the Federation would do something like this?”

“ you’ve seen it,” valen shot back. “ you know it’s not the Federation you signed up for.”

Before she could respond, the convoy altered course trying to break away. The escorts opened fire forcing her to defend herself. She deployed her drones to engage, but her mind was elsewhere conflicted.

Her Ship jolted as it took a glancing hit. She cursed under her breath rerouting power to her shields. Valens voice returned.

“ you need to choose Amelia. Stand by your orders or stand for something real. Help these people escape. Or hand them over to the Federation. Either way, they’re dead if you finish the job.”

Her heart pounded in a chest. She knew he was right but defying the federation meant becoming a fugitive and outcast. If she sided with him, she would be hunted for the rest of her life. If she didn’t, the civilians would die and she would be complicit in the slaughter.

The frigates closed in on her position. Their turrets glowing as they charged another volley. She had seconds to make her decision.

“ Amelia…” Valens voice softened “ you’ve always known what was right. Do it”

Her hand hovered over the weapons control. One volley would end this. Wipe out their transports complete her mission. But that wasn’t who she was anymore. She couldn’t be.

Amelia powered down her weapons.

She open a direct line to the convoy. “ This is Amelia Vaurent of the Gallente Federation Navy. I’m clearing a path. Get out of here while you can”

The pilot responded instantly, his voice shaky. “thank you pilot we won’t forget this.”

The transport shifted course speeding into the safety of syndicate space disappearing from her sensors one by one.

As a ship drifted into the silent aftermath. LaRouxs voice screamed through the comms, furious. “Vaurent! What the hell are you doing? You just committed treason!”

Amelia exhaled slowly, strange sense of calm washing over her. “ I’m doing what I should’ve done a long time ago. I’m done with your lies.”

She cut the transmission before he could respond and sat back in her seat watching as the stars drifted past.

There was no going back now.

Thank you for reading my fanfiction, I am not all too familiar with Eve online, but I tried my best to educate myself on as much as possible to be able to complete this bounty.

I drew a lot of similarities with what is going on today in the world, so there are undertones of real life scenarios that are happening in the world, I thought it was really important that I include a parallel to what’s happening and every single day life so thank you so much for giving me an opportunity to do so.

Liberty- it’s a complex topic. Sometimes, mental liberation reveals something far bigger than we initially realise. That’s why I admire the Gallente, with their diversity and rich history. Yet, even within the vast Federation, there are darker corners—places like the lawless regions of Placid, where today’s story unfolds, reflecting on the lives of those who inhabit such spaces.

Alsavoinon Story

My brother never missed a chance to mock me for joining the Federal Safeguard Reserve (FSR). But honestly, sitting in a shiny CONCORD ship, staring at gates, feels about as useful as waiting for paint to dry. You float in the vacuum in circles for hours, then race off at the sound of a gunshot, only to find the victim already blown to pieces—or worse, it’s some poor pilot who made an accidental aggressive move, and now you’ve vaporised him for nothing. Hell of a job, right?

We grew up on the fringes of Gallente space, in Placid region. Lost our parents early to a pirate raid, a story as old as time for those of us stuck in low sec. That’s what drove us both to join CONCORD, to fight the “bad guys.” Has it really been three decades? Feels longer.

A call from Alicia, my boss, snapped me out of my thoughts. I answered the call, and there she was on my screen—looking as sleek and sharp as ever. Always official, always polished, but that smile of hers, those eyes… they turned me into putty every time.

“Greetings, are you still parked at Stacmon’s local office?” she asked, all business.
“Yeah, I had a rough mission. Landing on a lava planet to pick up those refugees did a number on Betty.” That’s what I call my Oneiros, a ship I’d modified for FRS operations. “I talked to the techs. They fixed the maneuvering engines and are about to give her a fresh coat of paint. Right now, she looks like a charred sausage.”
“Sorry, Mel, no time for a beauty makeover. We’ve got a critical mission, and there’s no room for delays.”
“Like the others weren’t life-or-death,” I muttered under my breath.
“I said this is important, and you need to undock NOW.” Her eyes sharpened like blades, though her smile remained.
“Yes, ma’am!” I saluted like a fresh recruit. “I’m on it!” I jumped off the couch and headed for the docks without a second thought.

How does she do this to me? I wondered as I sped through the corridor. Luckily, it was a short trip, with the FRS docks nearby. As the station’s massive doors opened, I saw Betty gleaming in the dock. Well, maybe “gleaming” was a stretch. She was still battle-scarred from our last mission, but she was mine.

The regional FRS base was set up on Stacmon X, Moon 1, in a Federal Administration Bureau Station. Clean, efficient, but boring as hell. It was all bureaucratic offices and smelled like a paperwork. But we were just a stone’s throw from low-sec space, where the real action—thanks to the Serpentis—kept things lively offering all kind of kinks. No complaints here.

I boarded the ship and didn’t waste any time—undocking sequence initiated.
“Betty, you get the mission data from Alicia?” I asked, as the engines hummed to life.
“Transmission received, Captain.”
“Where are we headed?”
“Alsavoinon. Alsavoinon III, to be exact.”
I groaned. “You’re kidding me, right?”
“As your ship’s AI, I don’t kid. Would you like me to generate a joke?”
“Yeah, no thanks.”

Alsavoinon. Of course, it had to be Alsavoinon. For the last few months, the place had turned into a madhouse. Ever since they cracked open that damn Jovian gate to the Zarzakh system, it had been a free-for-all. Angel Cartel, Guristas, and their wannabes flooded in like cockroaches to serve that Deathless prick. Then, as if that wasn’t enough, the Caldari and Gallente governments started playing their little tug-of-war over the system, leaving civilians and planet-dwellers to pick up the pieces.
And if that wasn’t bad enough, we got a new plague—Vanguards. Killing machines, tearing up planets, leaving destruction in their wake. Like Alsavoinon needed more chaos.

The FRS? We’re stuck in the middle, trying to keep things from completely falling apart. You can usually talk your way out of trouble with diplomatic skills, balance, sort of. But then the Drifters showed up. Those bastards don’t negotiate. Do they even talk? They’re just after one thing: bodies.

“So, Betty, we’re diving straight straight into hell, huh?”
“No. Current destination: Alsavoinon III. Barren planet. Radius: 5,060 kilometres. Gravity: 4.7 m/s². Population: 193. Major resources are…”
“Yeah, yeah, I got it. Run a full diagnostic. I don’t want any surprises from Smithy’s repairs.”
“Understood. Diagnosis initiated.”

As the ship began to undock, I noticed the traffic around the station was heavier than usual. Ships packed with refugees and victims of the brewing conflict, all desperate for a safe harbour.

The docking beam released, and I had a moment to check the mission log.
Alsavoinon III, like Betty said, was barren, but that never stopped the opportunists. The resources under the surface were enough to attract all kinds of trouble. My job? Get the hell in there and evacuate 53 people from a settlement called “Serenity Venture & Friends.” Cute name. Not so cute situation—they were surrounded by fire and running out of time. Fifty-three was nearly Betty’s max capacity, but we’d make it work.

Alicia was right. This mission was urgent. A gigantic Guristas Bowhead had crash-landed near the settlement, turning the area into a disaster zone. Debris everywhere, wildfires raging—the landing pad and main road completely wiped out. The settlers were trapped, surrounded by smoke and flames, and running out of time. No way I could plan a landing through all that mess. I’d have to wing it—manual landing all the way.

“Looks like we’re in for a bumpy ride, Betty. How’s the diagnostic looking? We good to go?”
“Scan complete. All systems operational, except for the Nanocoating Resequencer. 27.3% unresponsive elements.”
“Yeah, the paint job… Sorry, Beth, but a new coat’s gonna have to wait.”
“Understood. Error ignored. Any new commands, Captain?”
“Set course for Alsavoinon III.”
“Would you prefer the safer route—17 jumps—or the shorter, 8-jump route?”
“Shorter, obviously. People are counting on us. And activate the emergency protocol on the transponder. I don’t want any faction militias causing trouble—we’re flying straight into a warzone.”
“Affirmative, Captain. Next system: Ostingele.”

The trip went smoother than I expected, considering the destination. Ran into a Gallente militia gatecamp—they’d set up a blockade to catch Caldari and pirate insurgents. Luckily, they waved me through with no fuss, just a few smart comments and jokes from their colonel. Typical navy crap.

As soon as we hit Alsavoinon, my scanner lit up with an emergency broadcast from the Gallente beacon—Roaming Drifter fleets were swarming the system. Sure, I could hide in Gallentian faction structures if I wanted to roll the dice, but the situation was too volatile to bet on anything staying safe for long.

“Alright, Beth, let’s get ourselves a safe spot. We’ve got to secure the civilians here.

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As I finished my flash fiction, inspiration struck, leading me to explore another chapter of New Eden’s history. I hope stories like this will bridge EVE Vanguard and EVE Online, allowing events like Zarzakh siege in one to resonate with the other. You can find the full story on my site:

Fanfiction story in Eve Online universe, about Gallentian pilot

A fiction story set in the EVE Online universe, following a daring pilot on a high-risk rescue mission through hostile space on Alsavoinon III.

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My head snapped back, and another blow landed, I felt the blood running down my face, days and days of this, dragged into a room, Beaten, taken out and returned to my cell, my injuries treated, good food given to me to return my strength, rinse and repeat. It's how the Amarr interrogators work, psychological torture designed to confuse and coerce what they want.

Our entire operation had been a simple one, get in, get the information posing as Amarr citizens, each of us chosen from the core for our pale skin, once our heads were shaved, we looked just like the very scum we had infiltrated. Our targets were high-level military commanders, responsible for bombs, attacks, and sabotage, believed to be the leaders of cells.

But something went wrong, as soon as we landed on Amarr Prime, we knew something was wrong, our training took over and we identified several tails, and noticed cameras turning our way when we were out in the open, yet we completed our minor tasks, killing several minor functionaries, returning to our lodgings, we would look through the windows and see skulkers, the Amarr secret service, hiding in alleyways, they knew we were here.

As they dragged me back to my cell, I was hardly there, so much pain, they put me down gently on my cot and again, several, barely dressed women came and began to pamper me, using tech to heal my wounds, stroking my skin, smiling at me, another tactic, make you feel comfortable, make you feel at ease, relax you, several times they would burst minutes after you were healed and drag you back and the beatings would begin again.

Food was wheeled in, steaks, potatoes and gravy, and wine, I stayed away from that, being drunk at this point would be too easy. But then I noticed something. This was a new guy wheeling the food in, his gaze very intense, my mind went blank, just like our training, give nothing, show nothing and die for the Federation. We do not submit and we do not betray.

As he put the food in front of me, he was careful to block everyone's view, his sleeve rode up and a message appeared on his skin in holo letters "Be over soon, we are coming" and then flashed away, I kept my breathing shallow and nodded my thanks for the food, he backed away and went to leave, everyone was looking at me, he looked back, nodded once and left. I shook my head, just another trick, just another dirty trick to make me let my guard down.

Night fell and I laid back, as I closed my eyes I heard the unmistakable sound of an EMP go off, and the prison went black, I heard shouting, the running of feet and alarms blaring, quickly sitting up I went to the cell window and hauled myself up, another thing with Amarr cells, if you want to look outside, you need to use what valuable energy you have to do so, nothing, apart from guards running, it was the same as before.

Suddenly my door burst inwards and two men rushed in and grabbed me, slammed a hood over my head and dragged me out, screaming at people "Move, get out of the way" and I was suddenly thrown onto a cold floor, the bag removed and I was staring at two men who I didn't know, one of them produced an Amarr military uniform "put this on, say nothing" I sat there. I didn't move "No, this is just another trick" he surged forward and slammed his fist into my face, enough to make me see stars "I do not have the time or the patience to convince you, the council has spoken, you either put it on or we kill you now" and with that, he pointed a pistol at my face. Getting to my feet I slowly got dressed and placed the helmet on.

"Now what," I asked, they both gestured to the door and the same man spoke "Be silent, follow, stay behind us" We exited the cell and walked quickly, they seemed to know exactly where they were going, we came to a security desk and strolled through and out into the street, transport awaited us, climbing inside, he said "remove your helmet, where is the rest of your team" running my hand through my hair I sighed "dead, all killed in front of me to make me talk, they knew why we were here, they knew I was senior" he shook his head and produced an ID, Gallentean Elite Security services, these men were ghosts, the ID was real.

He handed me a bottle of water "When no contact was made, they waited another week and we were sent in, we hit every spot you had been, every place you stayed, every target you eliminated, but no trace of you, not unusual, but not normal either, we kept looking, until we found some footage of the raid on your lodgings by Amarr Services, then we knew, we contacted back and were given orders to extract all of you, no one broke as far as we can tell, so now, my squad is under your command, our next move is your orders..."

Looking him straight in the face I replied in cold, dead tones "We will find out who gave us up, we will complete my mission, we will find her and we will bring her home" Looking out the vehicle window I said, "We are far from done here".

I was told the frogs do not have to be the heroes, so I would like to share a story that I made up for my Char over a year ago. It was sneaking around in my head for quite a while now and I decided to write it down for this bounty.

I was running through the plated corridors of the station, trying to reach my hangars. The noise of the warning signals rang in my ears, they were coming!

Only a few weeks before, my CEO had told us to prepare for evacuation. My best ships were already in safe systems, but I had returned to the station to secure some last terminals and storage bays. Now it was time to leave though, time to retreat and prepare the counter attack.

I tried to contact my corp mates and hear what was going on, but I was alone in system. Three more decks to go! Why had I chosen to go up to the upper ring right now? The speakers cracked and a firm voice spoke up: "Station command to everyone, The Gallente have broken through the defences of the Infrastructure Hub, prepare for takeover" I stumbled and looked up as if I could see them. I had not expected it to happen this fast. I had to hurry to undock my ship and get out of the system before they locked the station down. I could feel the vibrations of a massive fleet docking, only one more deck to go until I would reach my trusty Slasher.

I turned around the corner that led to the large docking gates when I saw a silhouette in the dim light of the emergency systems. I could not see if it was a civilian trying to get to safety or an enemy capsuleer who had arrived early. I had no weapons to defend myself but whoever was sneaking around in the open space of the station entry blocked the way to the private docks. I tried to remember the time before I became a capsuleer, to remember how I used to brawl with my friends. It occurred to me that I did not know if my consciousness could be transferred correctly to a new clone if I was out of my capsule and I hesitated. Then my Minmatarian heart started beating again. This was my station! The Caldari had accepted me as one of their own and taught me about fighting and living in space. They were not only my corp, they were my family and this was my home!

I took cover behind some spare parts and tried to sneak up on him from behind. When I heard the satisfied laughter I knew the pilot in the dark was a target. He had not seen me yet and I quietly ran the last few steps up to him. I grabbed him from behind and tried to wrestle him down. He was slightly taller than me and very strong, but I had the element of surprise. He stumbled and we fell to the hard floor. I grabbed his hands and tried to immobilise him but then I saw the knife in his fist. He was not as unprepared as I was!

I jumped back when he tried to stab me and could avoid the first strike. I felt the spare parts at my back and grappled blindly for some sort of weapon. Looking down at my hand, I saw it held a reload tube for small ammo. That would do! I targeted his hand holding the knife and hoped to keep him at some distance from me, but he was fast. He leaped up with the knife raised above his head. He reached for me, but I hit him over the chest with the heavy tube. His blade cut my face and I felt the blood before I felt the pain. With all my force I swung my own weapon against him and managed to throw him back to the steel plates of the deck. He was stunned by the massive blow, but I felt my concentration weaken with the blood dripping from my forehead. I lowered the heavy metal pipe. He tried to get up again and reached for my feet. Suddenly I heard the noise of several pilots leaving their pods. We were no longer alone! I dropped the tube and jumped over his body to reach the hangars. One hand over the right eye to keep my sight clear, I ran towards the familiar airlock leading to my ships. If I did not leave now, I would not leave at all.

My enemy called his allies for help and the noise of their boots drowned out the alarm of the station. I reached the heavy hangar gates and I could already see my frigate hovering in the force fields of the hangar. I crossed the hallway to my waiting pod. When I turned around to see if they were still after me, I saw the titanium plated doors glow orange from their hand lasers and I wished the Empires had not shared weapons technology. I was fast enough though and reached my capsule. The transfer took painfully long so I connected to the Slasher’s camera drones to keep sight of the situation. They broke through the doors when I felt the comforting draw of my pod connecting to the ship. I had known this Slasher since the day I became a capsuleer, her reactions were as familiar as my own body’s. I fired the thrusters and pushed the ship out of the docking bay, then I cleared the station. Dozens of ships were entering the docking perimeter, one hull next to the other, but I was one with my ship. I accelerated...

In this vast universe, in the Villore system, Gallentean space, there is a people who hold a lot of power, coming from various historical conquests. They are a wealthy and traditional people, focused on themselves no matter what. It is in this environment that Elise Thelier finds herself, a pilot of a small mining vessel, the Incursus. She comes from an important family with high political influence, but Elise prefers to stay in the shadows rather than get involved in her family's politics. Her uncle, Vezir Thelier, passed away two years ago, but he had a lot of political influence when he was alive, being a strong reference point for family members who are growing up in this field, for example, Kaliu Thelier, Vanir's brother and Elise's father, who has grown up in politics and is currently the strongest name in the family, but our heroine doesn't care about any of that... On another ordinary day, Elise takes her vessel out to explore, just so she doesn't have to be with the Thelier's, but that's when things start to go wrong!

During her exploration, not far from Villore, Elise is suddenly attacked. What had been a relaxing stroll turned desperate after she noticed the Incursus' shield being damaged by gunfire from an unidentified ship. Elise didn't think twice and ran away as fast as she could, she had never been through this before, she couldn't understand what was happening. During her escape, desperate at the situation, she tried to communicate with the enemy ship

“Cambio cambio, come in, please stop!!!”

Elise got no response, the gunfire didn't stop, she kept running away as fast as she could

“I can give you my merchandise, everything and more important things from the ship, BUT ANSWER, CAMBIO!!!”

Elise spots asteroids nearby and decides to enter this region in order to escape. The enemy ship doesn't retreat, but ends up losing sight of our heroine, who flees on her way to a station after losing sight of the other ship. Still in a state of shock, Elise repairs her ship, which hasn't suffered much damage due to the shield, while she remains lost in her thoughts trying to understand what has happened...

After calming down a bit, Elise returns to the ship and notices that she has received a suspicious message - she wasn't able to notice it in her desperation - which read:

“Run, hide, they're finishing what they started 2 years ago, Hokilan wants the end of Kaliu Thelier”

You realize that perhaps your uncle's death wasn't an accident after all, as it always seemed, or rather, as they always made it seem... The Hokilan are the rival house in Galletean politics, known for their corruption, they compete directly for influence with the Thelier, but no one imagined that they would go this far...

“Now they want my father, wasn't my uncle enough? - she said, starting to cry uncontrollably - BUT WHY THAT? WHAT DID MY FAMILY DO? MY UNCLE AND MY FATHER WOULD NEVER HURT ANYONE!”

Elise was screaming in despair inside the Incursus, when unexpectedly a new message arrived:

“RUN AWAY NOW, YOUR FAMILY KNEW TOO MUCH ABOUT THE CORRUPTIONS OF THE HOKILANS”

Before she could even decide on her next move, an explosion occurred near her hangar! Afraid that they're looking for you, you decide to flee back to an asteroid region, where it's difficult for them to find you.

After arriving on the scene, cruel hours of worry and fear begin, without knowing what to do or when it would be safe to leave. After a few hours you notice that the enemy ship that attacked you the first time has reappeared. It was an Algos, similar in size to the Incursos, but undoubtedly stronger. A look of fear overwhelms you as you face the enemy, but relief returns as the enemy hasn't spotted our heroine. A little further on, you see an asteroid with a huge crack in it. It was about five times bigger than Algos. This scenario gave her an idea of what she could do. Elise cautiously makes her way to the cracked asteroid, trying not to attract attention. When she arrived, she calmly waited for the perfect moment (what was she planning?). When the Algos passes close to the asteroid you activate your unique mining laser to the center of the crack with all the energy your weapon can muster! The inside of the asteroid heats up so much that it explodes - Elise had never seen such an explosion - the Algos noticed you, but didn't have enough time to attack you, let alone dodge or run away. Several shards of this asteroid hit the enemy ship, causing severe damage. Their ship is extremely damaged and apparently without power. Luckily for our heroine, she was further away from the explosion, and the blast and the shrapnel that hit her were held back by the shield. It's the perfect moment, time to run!

Elise is lost in her thoughts, trying to understand the details and also how to solve this situation

Apparently, no matter how hard you tried, it was impossible to get away from your family's political affairs, a long journey was about to begin, of survival and searching for answers, and for your family, if they were still alive...