On a trip through W-Space I found myself in Genesis, just one jump from Yulai and exhausted from a week of scanning down chains. Having never been to the region before, I felt it was my duty to visit the site of that famous battle, the Yulai Graveyard. A field littered with the armour plated sculptures of twisted metal and the wrath of an enslaved people.
The system itself is beautiful. Enclosed by three nebula, birthing stars before the gods and guiding the capsuleer demi-gods towards their fates. It didn’t take long to find the remains standing defiantly among the stars, reminding us that though we fly among them we are but a blip in their lifespan.
Beside the beacon, a token monument to mark the spot on behalf of the fallen Concord officers, there drifted the broken hulls of battleships and dreadnoughts, crushed among the stars, held in time by the weight of space around them. This is a solemn place.
I sat in silence for a moment, surveying the scene. We’d all seen scenes like this before, and sure, we’d heard the stories, but it felt different now in this place. I’ll carry the silence around for a while, bearing that burden in memory of those who fell here witnessed by the stars in birth.
The co-ordinates punched in, I hit warp and headed for the gate. With one last look at the sky around me. This is a place worthy of battle. A place worth defending.
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