Aboard the Heavy Cruiser Voided Lights, Lord-Captain Hannah Kuzar allowed her psychic energies flow around her as the Talisan communications officer explained the nature of the distress call from the Darashal system. An eerie voice echoed around the bridge as Kuzar spoke, “I see...very well captain we shall respond to the call by the Darashallans. Flash transmit a message to the Galactic Congress explaining the situation.” 

With that Kuzar whirled and moved with deadly grace towards her room. Captain Hussar cleared her throat a moment before speaking, “My Lord? What are you going to do?” Pausing a moment the brilliant white energies flared illuminating the bridge, “I am going to Darashal and see what is happening.” Pursing her lips, Captain Hussar, nodded slowly as she turned towards the command boards, the ability of the Psychics to travel mentally through unnerved her.

In her chambers, Lord-Captain Kuzar allowed her mental energies to expand, swirling around her a chaotic whirl of flashing colors before finding the vibrational patterns that would lead to Darashal. Allowing the patterns wash over her, she stepped forward and began her mental journey towards the beleaguered planet. It would take her mere minutes to reach the world nearly 3 light years away, and take the warship about an hour to reach the world using the fold space technology it used.

As the Lord-Captain arrived on the world, a series of explosions rocked the landscape as silver fighters streaked across the skies chasing or being chased by dull black shapes. Allowing the mental energies to flow from her, slowly enveloping everything for miles around her, during the process of acquiring understanding she felt energy signatures that seemed to blunt and turn away her ability to perceive them clearly. 

A low growl rumbled from the silver-white form as she turned towards the largest concentration of this disruptive energies. The scream of fighters, followed by a massive air burst caused him to look skyward, doing so the Lord-Captain witnessed another of the large assault ships descend from the upper atmosphere, dozens of fighter craft disgorging themselves in a flurry of activity into the hazy morning. It was movement that drew her attention as several creatures began moving towards a small farm where a girl stood between them and the home. A second later shots rang out as a Darashallan male with a firearm began firing at the entities. 

Dimming her energy in order to block the last moments of the man’s life as heavy kinetic projectiles riddled his body, the impacts shredding the soft flesh in a hail of arterial spray.

The Darashal child, for that is what she was, seemed shocked, her hand extending towards the dying thing before her. As she watched Lord-Captain Kuzar felt a presence behind her, drawing and ethereal sword and whirling in a deadly display of martial prowess the Lord-Captain slashed at the large Angar-Ryllan warrior that was closing in on her. 

However, the others began firing their weapons at the shimmering form some of the heavy slugs slammed home knocking the glowing form being back into the trees. The explosive power would have shattered bones and most likely killed her had she been physical; however, the psychic energies flowed and swirled around her. As she slammed into the ground, she allowed herself to be draw into the ethereal spaces between worlds and dragged back to the warship.

In her darkened chambers the Lord-Captain fell into her regeneration chamber, the energies dimming in her eyes. She had made a mistake and assumed she would be able to withstand the impacts of the Angar-Ryllan weaponry. Normally had she prepared mental defenses properly she may have but she didn't and now would be out of commission for several hours as her body healed itself. Before slipping into the embrace of sleep,she felt the engines of the warship boost the cruiser into the folded space, moving towards the Darshal world at incredible speeds.