i. vopraan
20 Dec 2024Viperic
System: EORGH HYPOO JR-L D8-0 [FORMIDINE RIFT]16,753.59 LY to Sol.
Ship status: Operational.
CMDR Status: Unknown.
CMDR Name: Unknown.
CMDR Registration: Unknown.
CMDR Allegiance: Unknown.
She’d scoured the Imperial Clipper from top to bottom. There wasn’t a trace of identifiable information; whoever had flown it before her had not wanted to be found, and had clearly put painstaking, almost concerning, levels of effort into making sure it stayed that way.
Every single data plate was removed or redacted of identifying information. Serial numbers, on every piece from the thrusters to the smallest pieces of the landing gear struts, were gone.
It was clearly well maintained. Her mind supplied easily, with telling experience, that it was a new-line Imperial Clipper, outfitted for exploration into the furthest reaches of the black. Stripped of all but the essentials, even the typically-lavish Gutamaya design seemed to be more utilitarian than anything. The paint was the black of a starless sky, though worn and chipped away from what she assumed was a long journey out into the void. AFM units installed upon the ship were lightly used, the FSD showing signs of neutron boosting.
The strange part was that she knew all of this, yet was completely unable to articulate how she did.
Because her memory was a blank void stretching into nothing. She could recall basic knowledge of a life being lived and the world she lived in, or how to fly a ship, but there was not a single defining human detail along with it.
Only nothingness.
The ship was little help in this. Unidentifiable, unregistered, unnamed.
She and the ship were alike in that, at the very least.
There was exactly one detail left behind from whoever had flown it before: a single entry in the ship’s logs.
I can hear the song of the stars.