[@CoyoteLovely][@Hekazu]

[Center][color=fff200]Fionn Harken-[url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/4c/0a/aa/4c0aaaffb374ed36742f3e16b9bcbc4e.jpg]KRS Wandering Guardian
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[color=fff200]"We are."[/color] Came the admission. There was something else in those words. Past the pride at the compliment lay a...sadness or perhaps some bone deep tiredness. [color=fff200]"Our technology is advanced, our magic powerful. Back Home our lives are as close to perfect as one can hope for in the mortal realm. A man could live his entire life without raising a finger. His every need seen to by servitor drones. But it comes at a cost." [/color]

A sad smile graced his face as he stared at the softly pulsing heart of the ship. [color=fff200]"[i]Our[/i] lives are perfect, but what of the rest of the galaxy? Wars destroy entire civilizations. Cities comprised of nothing [i]but[/i]
slums. Warlords, crime bosses and corrupt politicians destroy what could have been full and happy lives." [/color]

He turned to her then with that same sad smile still on his face. [color=fff200]"We look at a universe constantly devolving into chaos and misery and find that we can't bear to just stand by and watch. So people like me leave behind perfection. We come out here and do what we can to make the universe a better place. It can get...lonely, at times."[/color]

Before he could say more a nearby drone chirped at them, causing the young man to tilt his head as if listening to something. The sadness left his face and was replaced by satisfaction.

[color=fff200]"Ah, our destination approaches. We should return to the cargo bay so we don't leave Grug waiting any longer than needed. Oh and I should have told you earlier but if you need any supplies for the trip ahead simply speak your requests aloud and the Guardian will have them waiting for us." [/color]

OOC: Group to [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/164660-ecetopia-rzail-karnorouri-s-pillar/ic]Rzail.[/url]