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She had served faithfully for hundreds of years. She had sworn to protect and to serve, and she wore the shame of the Legio’s failure like a shroud for millenia after that. She was Ephoroi, and she spent her life finding and stopping threats to her beloved Lord before they even found themselves in the Sol system. And every time she returned to Terra, she found fewer of the Siege survivors waiting for her.
Ten thousand years had passed since that time. It had finally come time to bequeath her armor to the Hall of Names. It had served as long as she had it seemed, and giving it up was giving up a piece of her soul, but it was her turn. She felt it in her bones. Wrapped in a cloak of black, she departed Terra, and disappeared as she had hundreds of times before.
She couldn’t help but find those like her- and with that natural talent, she found herself on the surface of the Imperial Agri-world Prephlen. Hundreds of miles of fields, it was a place out of the books that lined the shelves in the libraries of Terra. She wished it came with better circumstance- she was coming from a neighboring system and the conflict there.
Arturia was waiting for him on his bunk when he returned from the field, slumped against the wall. Her hood was pulled forward and her cloak wrapped around her.