Well, where to start? I lived on Oracle station in Pleiades Sector IR-W d1-55 with my wife, Mary and daughter Laura.

Worked as a dentist - Everyone still needs to visit the dentist even in 3300s.

December 14, 3303 started as usual: morning coffee with Mary, Laura eating her corn flakes. I can still remember the taste of that coffee… Laura had a math exam and so was very nervous about it. When she's nervous she can… could make anyone crazy.

I had lots of clients scheduled for that day so I asked Mary to take Laura to school.

When everything started I was already working with my first client. It started with a blackout for a couple of seconds. Then sirens.

We had emergency protocols, but no one ever thought that we would need them. So for the first moments people were staring at each other, slowly understanding that it wasn’t an exercise. Then we heard explosions and... it was hell. Panic started and brought all the bad things that come with it... I think I don't need to explain what that means.

As prescribed by protocols, everyone was running to the docks for immediate evacuation. In the docks, I saw Mary and Laura getting into Type-6 with id LK-YM3 on the plate. In less than a minute after this ship left the station. I was happy that they were out of that hell.

There were too few ships to take all of us, so I was left behind as well as hundreds of others. Waiting... Couple of hours later, independent pilots finally arrived risking their lives to evacuate us.

Passing the station gates I saw a fragment of the plate with LK-YM3 on it…

Later I saw Mary and Laura on the missing list. Essentially “missing” meant "they're dead, and we don't have their bodies to bury."

I returned back to HIP 6439, and got some insurance money. Then I started to drink to forget everything. I was drunk for more than a year. I had nightmares so terrifying that I was afraid of sleep. And I still have them sometimes.

Do you see this scar on my face? If you think I got it on Oracle, you are wrong. I was drunk and fell on the bottle, one of many on my floor those days. It smashed and left me this scar. It is kind of a reminder of how far human beings can fall.

After a year of being unconscious, my ghosts didn’t leave me. They became stronger than ever. I even started hallucinating…

So I decided that was enough. I had to take control over myself, my life. I took a piloting course and spent my last money on a Sidewinder.

For the first couple of months, I thought that I needed to get my revenge on Thargoids. But when I spent some time in space, I changed my mind. It doesn’t matter how many Thargoids I or anyone else will kill - Mary and Laura will not be coming back…

Now I am just waiting for another attack and I know what I am going to do. This time I will be one of these pilots who will come to rescue people when it will be necessary.