RandomCommander The woman who, apparently, tried to silence and knocked out the other crewman responds.
"We on the Scout are more awkward now, I just had to nearly kill a person to simply execute my duty and now must bear the guilt of this mongrel here of insulting you. What you may see or feel anyhow else is our previous homeworld. You may notice the cubical hole in this planet's husk, it was where our capital used to be before it was FTL-jumped onto, uhh, classified location. Yes, we just threw our two-million-people capital into, I'm sorry. I'm new here, and this policy of not revealing just about anything is disgusting. At least it's what holds us all from being shot to death by some little-known empire.
Anyway, I don't quite know the exact details, but someone or thing known as the Silver Death just came and... ate the planets? Alpha was only drained of its core and some mantle, while Celestia was nearly fully eaten and now its remnants rest in this sun here, failed to lure the cloud into the sun, along with endless slums and lives. And since this is more or less no man's space, feel free to explore. Just try not to invade anything above the ground level, the dead will be sad in their afterlife, if they already aren't, but every death is sort of justified, yeah? Unless their Parent thinks otherwise, and I'm sure not only the Six, but even the Seventh mourns for the folks. I'm sorry if I'm taking too long, happy travels!"
The Scout jumps away to congratulate the speaking woman and promote her, awarding a bronze level auxiliary rug for the Best Conversation Of The Month, as well as the Admiral's thanks for overdoing her duty. The drones and the Station stay and since the Station is manned after all, watch over the Collective so they don't violate any religious rules.
