unsustainableimagination replied to your post “This is an encoded message to Sezja Krieger. From individual...”
"Sending coordinates." A string of numbers and text appears, location is a colony world at the edge of Acadian territory, far away from any of the fighting.
Strange as it was, Sezja had to take the chance. Arranging a ride from Tuu’Vak of the caravaneers, the guardian would take her time mingling with others in the galaxy on route. Gathering her own information before arriving planet side.
Biding farewell Sezja stepped off the ship, taking to her own legs towards the coordinates. Looking for whoever called her out to speak.










