♎: Hey, you got a minute?



♎: I have been waiting.
ChaplainChaplain: High Stargazer--!?


Your High Stargazer has his call redirected to personal holocomms. This direct speaker for your solar will understands at least most of your sentiments. People certainly find his words more palatable than your solar storms.


ChaplainChaplain: My deepest apologies, Your Prominence!
ChaplainChaplain: I would have rushed the flock ahead, knowing this matter had come to such important attention.
♎: The desolate and destitute had need, and you obliged. Use your time well now.
♎: I've examined your report.
♎: And your requests about your upcoming duties.
ChaplainChaplain: There is no cause more worthy than pursuing her!
ChaplainChaplain: After all that has happened, there's no telling what more damage she could do.
ChaplainChaplain: To crusade against her and her scheme is my highest calling. This is not over.
♎: You lost in battle against her.
♎: A station now lies in ruin.
ChaplainChaplain: Your Prominence, I will make this right!
ChaplainChaplain: The heat I bring to every step she takes will bring penance for my failure.
♎: Your failure.
ChaplainChaplain: To fall at unworthy hands... unthinkable. Impossible.
♎: True. That would not have happened.
ChaplainChaplain: Your Prominence?
♎: Your defeat.
♎: Denied prophets and rogue economists have foretold for generations that what happened today was inevitable. The photosphere's movements accelerated, until only hours ago.
♎: Did you stand and fight with all your will? Or did you flee in the face of the nuclear fire?
ChaplainChaplain: I stood and fought, and failed.
♎: What happened was the test of living through a culmination of fate. You are blessed to experience it, and blessed to endure it.
ChaplainChaplain: Fate? This cannot have been predestined!
♎: No. It ended this way because of your defeat. But Beta Librae experienced coronal mass ejection during the fateful shift. I estimate it was at the moment you struck down the swordswoman, taking her arm.
♎: And you were spared death at her hands. Libra blesses your efforts, and your future duties.
♎: The stars rose at your back. But they also accept what has happened.
♎: For the most part.


♎ : Explain to ChaplainChaplain that scales are impartial