Jonah stood at the observation deck, looking down at the awakened fleet. A part of him couldn't believe that this was real.
Forty-three ships. Each one was so huge that Nomad looked small next to it.
"I can't decide if this is beautiful or terrifying," Vanessa said beside him. Her datapad had given up trying to catalog all the different ship types and was just displaying an error message.
"Both," Ariana said. "Definitely both."
The ships were nothing alike. Each Life-Weaver ship was unique, shaped by the needs and personality of its original creator. Some had smooth, flowing lines like sculptures.
Through the bond, Jonah could feel their simple thoughts.
Purpose? they seemed to ask. What are we for? What do we do?
"That's the problem," Jonah said aloud. "We have a fleet. But we don't have pilots."
