Darloa looked over her people, a sad look on her face. Despite the fact that they were a growing community, and well off, she was sad to leave them. She turned to her daughter, Milah, and gripped her hand. "My dear..." she said, the first words she had uttered in many moons, and the last words she would ever speak.. Milah watched her mother's face as it softened, and her eyes closed, and the literal glow behind her lids fade. A tear rolled down Milah's cheek as she pried her mother's death grip from her hand, and left. She had work to do. Three ships landed, at exactly the same time, on three different planets. The first, on The Void, than Planet Floran, and finally Palaven. It opened to strange animal like creatures, dressed in ever stranger suits.
