Spawn-Captain Yara

Yara’s skin is a patchwork joined by neat seams, each patch grafted from a sister who did not survive. Their birth hive called the whole batch impure. The judgment fell on all of them, not because each member had done something wrong, but because an auditor found a foreign strain in the tank that hatched them.

The rejected spawn were scattered among fleets that asked no questions. Yara found several of them again and flew beside them aboard Disowned Batch, but one by one they fell. Yara is the last of that group still flying, carrying names and accounts that the hive never bothered to preserve.

Yara’s ship offers passage to others turned away for reasons they cannot change. The captain does not pretend every exile will become a friend; a crowded refuge has arguments and duties like any other home. What it does not have is a demand that newcomers prove their worth by resembling a preferred form. Yara has seen enough of that kind of purity to recognize the damage it leaves behind.