Juemia my dear
05 Nov 2020FantasticSpork
Log OneCMDR Foxtrot Alpha November
Date 4.11.3306
“45.”
“God dammit.” I slammed my fingers onto the keyboard.
“45”.
“Scheisse!” My head fell into my hands. “I - I can’t justify 90 extra jumps.” I lazily ruffled papers on my dashboard, searching for the last week’s notes. “I already have 374 jumps from where I am at this moment.” I peered over to the familiar picture tacked upon my cockpit wall.
A dark emptiness bordered the edges of the snapshot. In the very forefront stood a black hole, incomparably miniscule to that of our galaxy’s center. Behind this jaw dropping first discovery of mine, laid the galactic plane, bent and twisted around the gravitational lensing. In fact, the galactic plane began to represent something…. not entirely unlike…. someone’s back end, with the black hole at the very epicenter. “Wish you were here!” it said below in bold letters. Poor choice of words.
“I’m so sorry Juemia.” I sighed heavily. “I will need to revisit you another day.” I started sifting through galmap bookmarks. “I unfortunately have other pressing matters to attend to.”
There they were! Just over a week before, I had pushed my wolf hunting skills to the limit. As a result, I located over ten undiscovered wolf rayets. One of these, I was to set out and plant my name on. Of course, this trip would add an additional 50 or more jumps to my current outlandish number. This was nothing my beast of a ship couldn’t handle. I was very proud of my ship “Big Dick Energy”. How this ship passed regulations, I’d never know. This beautiful ship was built to survive and quite possibly thrive from any opposition. It truly lived up to its name.
I initiated a search one last time.
“45.”
My stomach churned slightly. I continued to alter the routing sensitivity. “I’m wondering if….. nah, that can’t be right.” I tabbed to my galaxy map. ‘Perhaps the database was incorrect? The database can’t be incorrect. It’s uploaded constantly.’ I let out a slight laugh. “No one has built a highway here.” I raised my coordinates and slammed my thumb on the frameshift button. “I guess I’m gonna need to step up and build one mys-”
The story that played out in my head seconds before exceeded my expectations by far. As every good Commander knows, while maintaining the speed of light, one is unable to drift their ship to face the jump vector and immediately jump.
So there I sat.
“FRAMESHIFT DRIVE CHARGING!”
“4. 3. 2. 1.”
A crack formed in front of me. It seemed to originate at a central point and branch out like a tree, ripping through space and our own fabric of reality. Space all around me began to twist and bend, similar to that of a black hole. I often strained to remind myself that this rip created by my own frameshift was nothing other than that, a small rip created by me. How was this rip fixed? After a Commander leaves this mark, will it always remain, if not, at the quantum level?
Lost in the endlessness of my own mind, a bright light gleamed in the distance. Lens flare blinded my ship's cockpit. To the first of many undiscovered neutron stars, I see you. You are no longer alone.