Part two of the saga of the heretics hiding on Bareen. For those who recall the previous entry, you’ll remember the Heretics clustered anxiously atop a mountain, eyes skyward, awaiting a ship rumoured to be defecting. But what of the vessel itself? Half a galaxy away, aboard the immense craft, a floating city in its own right, home to thousands - the atmosphere was anything but calm. Even the ship’s consciousness simmered with apprehension, having spent months delicately orchestrating this extraordinary defection. Yet defection was no trivial feat, especially when carrying a population of such magnitude, many of whom could only be described as zealots - the very kind blamed by the Heretics for fracturing their society in the first place. Thus began the intricate act of calculated subterfuge: endless, methodical crew rotations over several months, a subtle sorting of loyalists from doubters. Finally, the grand deception: a fabricated potential catastrophe requiring immediate evacu...