The Neverending Story Part 4: Where was I again?
28 Jan 2022Utmouse08
So,Last we talked I was limping my way back to the Fleet Carrier. I told y'all about my hiatus from the Pilot's Federation. I don't want to get into the details, but it was needed. When the itch got too bad, I finally decided to leave and just hit the reset button. I took my "fleet" and jumped to the furthest Federation sector that still felt like home but was on the border of the bubble. But lets get back to my history.
So,
Where was I...
Oh yeah,
Rhea.
Not a bad place to get your feet wet again. I've always been a fan of the Shadow President. Her policies tend to agree with my own personal feelings about freedom and ensuring that everyone is safe. She's not as focused on posturing or warmongering like...half the known galaxy seems to be.
After a while, I was feeling pretty good, but was feeling the itch of exploration again. So, I hopped into my favourite DBX, and pointed her in a direction and just started jumping.
And kept jumping.
And kept jumping.
And then finally, I was watching it come into view. The Statue of Liberty Nebula.
I parked it on some random planet in the system and just...took in the vastness. It was cathartic to scream into the void.
Thats when the ping came through.
Out in the deep black, a random message, a random post on a random bulletin board.
Welcome Commanders!
We are a guild of explorers who are united in the goal of expanding our knowledge and understanding of our galaxy.
As we explore deeper into the black, each day brings new discovery. We map the stars and expand humanities' horizons.
We are a relaxed, no pressure group who explore at our own pace. We are not concerned with title, experience, wealth or the factions.
We are a non-hierarchical guild and every member will be on an equal footing.
Let's discover together... All are welcome.
Quaeritis Astra - We reach for the Stars!
Hmm. Reaching for the stars.
Something Clicked
Something Resonated
Something felt RIGHT
So, I decided to reach out.
I was accepted for being me, scars and all.
Something felt new and good.
And then another ping happened.
Alcor needed help.
My SpaceTrucking™ got to me.
Time to come back to the bubble.
I'll continue the story next time.
I'll see you at The Bar maybe?
Until then,
Fly Safe and Stay Sane
Mouse, the Engineer.