[img]https://clan.cloudflare.steamstatic.com/images//41623886/60e2548ca7d7d202fc386639a1970978c8daac9c.png[/img] Kloms under the surface of Hiigara, Imogen S'jet's quarters were bathed in the golden light of the setting sun. The wall was running a complete hologram immersion of the end of a peaceful summer day; an older woman sat on a bench with a young girl. Despite the beauty of the silent Standing Sea below them, the child's rapt attention was on the woman, who bowed her head slightly before offering up one of the two cups she had purchased from the shaved ice vendor. Then, setting her own cup down, the woman reached into her pocket to grasp the leathery S'chto nut hiding within. [b][h2][url=https://www.homeworlduniverse.com/homeworld-3-imogen-sjet-walkabout/]Click here to read the rest of this original story![/url][/h2][/b]