Osuenn "Too Much" Stargazer. Autobiography
23 Feb 2021Osuenn
A lot of people like to ask me: "Why Too Much?" and to that, I usually prefer to tell them they'll find out soon enough just by hanging around me just enough, but between myself, you and this autobiography, I'll let you in on the reason why: I talk way too much.. Like, not that I have loose lips… manner of speaking, but when I'm talking about something that I'm invested in, I just tend to give way too much detail. So take this as a preface to what comes next and I hope you are ready to learn way too much about me and my journey up until this point.So, let's start from the beginning shall we? now don't worry I mean from the time when I first arrived here, in the Milkyway galaxy, not from the crib because even for me that would be too much. But I suppose I should mention that I had never made landfall on any planetary bodies before getting here. I was born on a ship and lived on that very same ship until it suffered a rapid unscheduled disassembly on its final approach to your world, and our hope. Call it a generation ship if you will, she was the largest of her kind, the achievement of our brightest minds and every last bit of resources we could throw at it. and I was amongst the few who were out of stasis when its FTL drives, a technology much like your Hyperspace drives, able to move the ship through a different dimension to move faster in our original dimension when we go back out of it, malfunctioned. The ship went from our world, our dimension, into this intermediary void but came out here, in your world, or at least about 100000 Light years from it. Luckily the laws of physics in our two worlds were very similar. 99.9997% similar according to our calculations, so all did not cease to be for us. but the ship… she was torn apart. not sure if the composite used in her superstructure was unstable here, but it certainly didn't have all of the same properties. and the ship flew into pieces. Given the great distances and speeds involved, most of the debris missed the Milkyway, but the wing of the ship I was on was lucky enough to make it in an area you humans refer to as the Pleiades more precisely the Sector OD-S B4-1 the oblong cryogenic array flew right though the rings of its 6th and most massive planet, grazed its thick atmosphere, slowing down significantly but also further degrading the vessel before crashing on its moon where I was then recovered by the first Human I would ever meet.
One of Professor Ishmael Palin's assistants he told me he was, a young Xenobiologist, she was barely older than I was, and I would have been 21 in Sol years at the time. I had a hard time understanding why she seemed afraid of me when she first saw me crawling out of my pod not long after she landed her ship in the middle of the wreckage. where I am from, my species lives in perfect harmony with many other, other Avians such as myself bot also some you would see as felines, canines, vulpes, lizards and much more. as many different individuals as there I have seen skin colors in mankind. but because of that, we are all largely Xenophiles, which I later learned really wasn't the case here where Xenophobe. Still it didn't take long for my linguistic implant to intercept, analize and engrave in my brain everything I would need to communicate with her and the rest of mankind. in a manner of seconds, and one head splitting headache, nearly every detail of both the English and French language, overriding my own mother tongue, not that I would need to use it again. And it did all of that just before frying it itself. The next time I would awaken, I was aboard her ship, one I would later come to know as a Diamondback Explorer, pretty cramped in my standards, but contained an oxygen rich breathable atmosphere just like I was used to, albeit a little more concentrated. She didn't seem to have taken any precautions whatsoever other than keeping her own EVA suit on even while inside her ship. I was on some kind of an improvised medical table when I opened my eyes, startling her all the way up to the ceiling… again, in a manner of speaking. "You…. are alive??" Was the first time I personally heard any one of you speak. and her reaction was quite understandable given she found me lying on the ground where I fell without any protective suite. but this was normal for my species and a few others. Cancer is not a calamity we suffer from as our DNA is extremely sturdy and resistant to cosmic rays and ionising radiation. that and out lungs are able to close hard enough to keep a breath in even when stepping out into the vacuum of space. meaning that for me, an EVA is just like free diving for you. not the best place to be for an extended period of time but nothing dangerous if only for a few minutes. but we usually need some sort of goggles to see anything as our eyes still dehydrate quickly in the vacuum without it which is not really pleasant. She was further taken aback when I responded in a slightly awkward but intelligible english and quickly, her fear of me turned into boundless curiosity as other than a few dead Thargoid speciens she had never interacted with an unknown lifeform. From there everything started to move pretty fast for me. becoming a bit of an assistant of the assistant of the professor, I got to meet him in person only once before the Federation took him away from us without saying anything. And for a time I started to work in his shop with her on ships of those who sought to push the limits of their vessels to higher speeds and maneuverability. And eventually, I learned of the existence of others like me, other non humans, so I wished her good luck with keeping the professor's work safe and his business going and went out to look for them.
Astrobiology Research Cooperative was the name of the organisation under which I found my first home. I came to them as an explorer and trader, but developed my leadership skills as well as my combat skills. Because no one else would, I took leadership of their main combat and logistics fleet within the first year of me joining them and became quite respected amongst them. But I never got along with the original founder and leader of the faction and ultimately, nearing the end of my second year with them, I left the faction and with me came the near totality of its most dedicated pilots. From there we founded my first real business venture, the Prometheus Astro-Logistics Corporation. Following much of the same principles as ARC and employing mostly but not only non humans, we sought to end this divide between the two people by proving that we could all work together and favor diplomacy over senseless fights. yet not everyone saw it our way, far from it even. We very quickly found ourselves targeted by a small yet extremely devoted group of ne'er-do-well hell hell bent on seeing us fail each and every single one of our aspirations. and after opposing them for several years, I eventually had to liquidate all of the corporation's assets and retired from the scene for seventeen months.
During this time, I thought back of everything that I had been through in these short 4 years I had spent in the Milky Way, the friends I had made, the enemies I had fought. the truces I had negotiated and coalitions I had signed and though back to one in particular. the 528th Imperial Legion. Lavigny's Legion. with a story even richer than mine, on account of having existed much longer than I had been around. but above all, out of all of them, the single most valuable ally I ever had the honor to fight alongside of. Having learned of the retirement of my first and primary contact Preator Zak. I turned to Preator Saint-Michael to see if they would take in an old friendly bird they hadn't seen for quite a while. And sure enough, I was initiated the very next day.