Recollections of the Damned, Part One
10 May 2016Astrachalasia
I have been sitting in this damned hull for who knows how long- one, two, even three months. I've turned off the date on my ship modules because it pains me to know how long I have been out here. For the sake of my mind, and perhaps those who somehow come across this ship long after my body has decayed from this place, I am recording my thoughts and actions. May Helios save my soul.When first I left from 27 Kappa Persei, I felt like I hadn't before. I had traveled outside the bubble, certainly- but only ever from odd systems, places that I could never really call home. This was different. The Justicar's adopted me, pulled me into their culture and welcomed me to the Light of Helios. I owe my life to them, I owe my mind to them, and for that, I have lived in 27 KP for a very long time, bounty hunting as a Justicar myself.
We've all heard the stories of the Rift, of course. A space thought to be on the outer rim of the Galaxy, where the systems are few and far between, where your ship creaks and groans for a break. It was here that I thought I would journey. A small bounty hunter from 27 Kappa Persei, taking on the world. I got out here, all right. My Justicar's stay in contact with my ship, but no CMDR could ever make it to me and drag me back. I hear talk of expansion. Of Zamka, and our small victories toward it. And I hear talk of Flower's discovery of the [REDACTED]. They need my help, and I am out here, watching the darkness consume itself in an infinite, cruel cycle.
What was I thinking?