Vitiafa of Endiohon & Iorosinn of Vendarrdech

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Vitaifa rested against the wall of the station, taking some of the weight off her leg and providing a reprieve from the soreness that had been building through the day. The blaster rifle she had borrowed from Lopez remained slung over her shoulder as she and Iorosinn took position just before the docking tunnel, keeping watch for any crowd forming up. The larger marine had rested her heavy blaster on a crate by its bipod, and the gunner was ready to take position on a moment's notice.

Producing a pack of cigarettes, Vitaifa offered Iorosinn one from the pack.

"Do you smoke, marine," Vitaifa asked, breaking the silence between them as she pushed off the metal corridor. "A few men in my company used to smoke. They claimed it helped with the stress."

"No I don't, one of my uncles smoked himself into a grave. He just couldn't quit it." Iorosinn answered, taking her eyes off her watch to look towards the older kiel, "Though speaking of family, do you think any of yours made it? I think ma and the youngest of my siblings got out, not sure about the rest." 

"Ah," Vitaifa replied with a sigh as she pocketed the pack. The sorrow in her chest writhed uncomfortably. "I was on Eden when Euphrades fell. I have not heard word since. I've prayed for them, but it's been to no avail."

"I wish well for them too, Only reason I know my two made it out is that they were on Eden proper, the other five and dad, I have no idea?" Iorosinn said with a shrug, leading into a sigh.

"It is hard, and will be hard for all of us, but the Traveller blesses the lost." Vitaifa said. "Our people have endured exodus to new stars before, and our families shall hopefully reunite."

"Yeah, here's hoping we do." The marine replied, her tone clearly a bit dour, before returning her attention back to the watch.