Vaeren didn’t waste the ti Solenne had given him.
The first wave of missile strikes had already done what they needed to do. The Kharov grip over the main settlents had cracked, and the combat fras pushing forward had opened just enough space for people to move without getting shot the mont they stepped out.
It didn’t an things were safe. Not even close. It just ant there was a small window.
And everyone who had lived under this kind of rule understood what that ant.
If you didn’t use it now, you wouldn’t get another chance.
Solenne had planned for that. More surface units had been dropped this ti, not just the lighter combat fras but heavier transport ones too.
They were big, solid, built for function over anything else. But they could move across broken ground, push through debris, and carry people who were too weak or too scared to make the run on their own.
Vaeren moved with one of the lead groups heading toward his old settlent. The transport fra he rode on stepped forward with slow, heavy control, crushing dirt and broken stone under its weight.
Around him, the world felt strange, like two different things were happening at the sa ti.
In one direction, the Kharov were still dying. Their outposts were burning, smoke rising into the sky, their control falling apart faster than anyone here had ever seen.
For sothing that had lasted so long, it was ending in a way that almost didn’t feel real.
But in the other direction, nothing had changed yet.
People were still stuck in the way they had been for years. Heads down. Movents careful. Waiting for orders that weren’t coming anymore.
Even with the fighting shifting away, most of them didn’t know what to do with the space that had opened up.
Freedom wasn’t sothing you just got out of nowhere, not after living like that.
His settlent ca into view soon after.
It looked smaller than he rembered. Low buildings, packed close together, like they were trying not to be noticed.
The sa worn walls, the sa rough paths between them, the sa feeling of a place that had learned to survive by staying quiet.
He hadn’t seen it in years.
He had thought about coming back before. More than once. But never like this. Never with ships in the sky and war machines walking him all the way to the edge of it.
The first people to notice the incoming fra were the younger ones near the outer edge.
They reacted quickly, but not in any organized way.
So turned and ran without thinking. So grabbed whatever they could find, tools, scrap tal, anything that felt like a weapon, even if it wouldn’t do anything against armor.
A few just stood there, staring, frozen between fear and confusion.
They didn’t know what they were looking at.
To them, this could have been anything. Another Kharov move. A new group is coming in. A different kind of threat.
Vaeren didn’t wait for things to get worse.
He stepped down from the fra, pulled off the outer hood, and let them see his face.
That alone caused many who were ready for death to have a ntal shutdown.
The running stopped first. Then the shouting. The people who had grabbed tools didn’t drop them right away, but they didn’t move forward either.
The ones who had frozen began to shift, as if trying to understand what they were seeing.
So of the younger ones didn’t recognize him at all. He had been gone too long for that.
A few had heard his na before, passed down in stories, but that didn’t an much when he was standing right in front of them.
It was the older ones who reacted first.
They stepped closer slowly, eyes fixed on him, trying to match the man in front of them with the boy they rembered.
For them, anyone taken by the Kharov didn’t co back. Not really. If they weren’t dead, they were changed into sothing else.
One of the elders moved forward, his face tight with disbelief.
"Vaeren?" he said, like he wasn’t sure if saying it out loud would break whatever this was.
"Yes," Vaeren said. "It’s ."
The man looked past him then, at the fra, at the smoke rising in the distance, at everything that didn’t make sense.
"You ca back with a fleet."
Vaeren shook his head. "Not mine. But I ca back with a way out."
That hit harder than anything else.
The crowd shifted, voices rising under their breath. For years, leaving this place had been sothing people talked about when they were tired or angry.
But the Kharov made sure never to let any of them gain any real freedom.
Every rumor about transfer or escape had ended the sa way. Soone punished. Soone disappearing. A reminder that hope was dangerous.
Now Vaeren was standing there, saying it as if it were simple.
So people believed him right away, not because they trusted him, but because they needed to.
Others didn’t. You didn’t survive this long by believing things just because you wanted them to be true.
A woman near the front crossed her arms, her expression hard.
"And who is offering this?" she asked. "Another master with better words?"
Vaeren didn’t dodge it.
"A commander," he said. "Human, soone who is strong enough to take us out of here, and to sowhere better."
A few people tensed at that, but he kept going before anyone could twist it.
"He wants workers. People who can build sothing. People who can follow a structure. But he’s not Kharov. And he’s not here to keep us stuck like this until we die. I’ve seen enough to know the difference."
A younger man stepped forward then, his voice sharp.
"And you trust him?"
Vaeren looked at him straight.
"No," he said. "I trust what’s in front of . Stay here, and you die slowly. Say no to this, and you might not get another chance. That’s it."
There was no comfort in that answer.
But it was real.
And that mattered more than anything else.
The older ones understood it first. You could see it in the way they looked at each other.
Quiet. No arguing. Just the kind of look people shared when they already knew the answer but didn’t like it.
Things could get worse. That was always true.
But not in a way that made staying the smart choice.
Another figure pushed through the crowd then, moving with a quiet authority and holding a steadfast gaze.
He was older than most, but still strong, his posture straight, his steps steady.
When he saw Vaeren clearly, he stopped for a mont.
"Well," he said after a second, "you took your ti."
Vaeren stared at him, and for the first ti since he had landed, sothing close to a real expression showed on his face.
"Chief Renn."
Renn walked up and grabbed his forearm, gripping hard.
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