Are they truly enemies?
02 Dec 2017Chikn0fD000M
Sometimes the silence of space is all I need. I ran my usual circle, cutting out only a few systems, runing missions from Marki, to Kuanti, Calea. As I, for no other purpose than because I can, perform some crazy ship acrobatics as I move into dock on the orbital, I hear the echo and shriek of my ships engines return to me. My ship settles, and traffick control informs me of the usual, my computer of engine shutdowns and it takes me back to something that's been bothering me for weeks since I first saw them. The Thargoid ships, most of us went out into space, somewhere out close to beta-1, If you could call it close. I had gone out there with the others, Commander Sterling warning me to stay out of combat since we had no weapons to fight them at the time and I fell behind and was on my own.
I flew from wreck to wreck, collecting black boxes and examining what was left. Part of me hoped I would find people left alive, but that was a fantasy and I knew it.
I desperately wanted to take samples of and study the green residue on the ship's hull. I had turned my ship just in time to come face to face with an approaching Thargoid ship. My mouth went dry as it increased in size the closer it got. The ship howled and moaned in the darkness of space, my blood ran cold and I tried to reverse, I was certain I was dead in space, there was no chance my ill equipped ship had against such a monstrous vessel. It gained on me, flashing some brightened shade of green and I cut engines, and stared at the center of the ship, standing still against what was sure to be my death. I took a breath and could not help but flinch as an electric buzz sparked in what miniscule atmosphere was between it and I, and light flashed. Then it was gone. I opened my eye's to see numbers flash acrossed my screen. Was this my instruments reaction to their tech or was this some kind of message?
To my surprise it backed away, flying off and disappearing in what I can only guess was a jump, leaving a gaping hole of nothing, not even space dust in it's wake. I'd never seen ships that large jump.
It had been, all at once, terrifying and fascinating. Why didn't they destroy me? Was I not enough of a challenge? Why then did they take escape pods from other ships as I had heard? Had they been provoked, or was this just an attack? I doubted I would ever recieve any answers without direct contact.
I landed my ship and dropped off my cargo and data, picking up more missions to systems I had still left to visit. I sat back in my chair and breathed deeply as my ship turned, the locks disengaging before I lifted off back into the darkness and stars.
Yes, sometimes the silence of space was just what I needed.