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Moya had been taking a slow route through the edges of the Hynerian planetary system to reduce the chances of the ship (or any of her occupants) being recognized before they were ready. They were now approaching Tornaga, a planet Rygel said had been a popular port of call when he reigned. There were no other ships within range, which seemed odd for a planet known for tourists but Rygel had been deposed 130 cycles ago and things change. But once they were closer to the planet the reasoning became far too clear. From Moya’s bridge, her occupants could see debris everywhere. The remains of Hynerian ships were everywhere in the planet’s orbit and even from this distance it was clear the planet itself had suffered.
These were not recent deaths. Stark couldn’t feel anything, for which he was dimly grateful as he stood there staring and whispering prayers. It was far too late for him to do anything, for anyone to do anything, and prayers were all he had to offer.
( In which Moya's occupants stare at a destroyed planet and then deal with a creepy conversation involving Rygel and his wife. Both terrible things. )
[NFB for distance still because the saddest alien remains in space. Still has his phone though. Pulled in large part from the first Farscape comic, "The Beginning of the End of the Beginning: Return of the King."]
These were not recent deaths. Stark couldn’t feel anything, for which he was dimly grateful as he stood there staring and whispering prayers. It was far too late for him to do anything, for anyone to do anything, and prayers were all he had to offer.
( In which Moya's occupants stare at a destroyed planet and then deal with a creepy conversation involving Rygel and his wife. Both terrible things. )
[NFB for distance still because the saddest alien remains in space. Still has his phone though. Pulled in large part from the first Farscape comic, "The Beginning of the End of the Beginning: Return of the King."]
