And, now, for some proof that I faked that death
18 of March, 71.Paladin look over the sea of stars before him, onboard the one of the unity's newly built colony ships. Near him on a holo-screen was a news reel on his "Supposed" death.
"Heh, the fools fell for that. And with every trace of our culture off the planet and into this ship, We have no connections to this world. KYARI?"A cold, robotic tone answered, an AI, one built into the ship on the Ligorians insistence, deftly and calmly.
"Course is plotted, calculations are around 90% complete. Everyone on-board is ready for the journey, stores are at ~99%, and the craft itself will be ready in approximately 5 to ten minutes after the calcuations are complete. And your tea should be on-route sir.""Excellent. Once everything is ready, we can leave for our futures ahead and leave this forsaken planet behind."'Paladin' reclined in his chair, satisfied at the outcome of this entire series of events. This was as it good as it would've ever got, even if the unity was a bit too preachy about the dangers of artifical intelligence. At that moment, the door opened by a young woman in Ligorian battle armour, carrying a tray with a few cups and a teapot on it. She set the tray down on the table infront, then filled the both the cups up with the tea and took her cup to her table, decorated with a framed Steel Cresent 1st class for her actions in the uprising, and an old command cap on a miniture hatstand, but otherwise a bare table.
"Thank you Sarah."Paladin, at long last, took his helmet off, and began sipping the tea.
Camera zooms to be out the window, then flies back until the entire ship is in view, then fade to black and credits.