Zareyne is Gallente by record, not by origin. Her memories begin in a medical facility that doesn’t exist, with a name assigned and a past quietly erased.
Between clone deaths, fragments surface—red-lit corridors, reactor hums, a language she almost remembers. Sealed archives hint at genetic intervention and Minmatar tribal markers long since deleted. One designation survives corruption: Sebiestor. Another name is marked non-recoverable.
She no longer seeks answers. Immortality taught her distance, not freedom. Republic space unsettles her with recognition rather than fear.
If Brannver is searching for her, she already knows. The danger isn’t discovery— it’s what might awaken if blood remembers first.