Home?
11 Apr 2016Dacorpse
Human beings are strange things. We fight and kill to prove our own supremacy, extend our borders, cement our name in history. I did the same once, I have to hand it to Galnet engineers, the way the map shows the rise and fall of leaders and tyrants feels almost like a game. Watching the colors of galactic powers shrink and swell will bring any man to the helm of a war ship.More than one hundred days ago I left this all behind, I watched as the bubble of war and politics grew smaller until the colors and flags of factions and wings faded in to the black and as the light of war darkened so did my need for it. Over one hundred days without seeing a single station, over one hundred days without hearing a single voice.
When I first left home, if I can call it that, I have to admit I was nervous. I had grown accustomed to commodities and comforts that most people take for granted. Every inch of my ship had been cleaned and inspected, every system working at its maximum efficiency. As time went by my ship changed, as did I. Things only worked because I needed them too, noises crept out of every bulkhead as they barely held, but they held.
It wasn't until I found myself more than ten thousand light years away from any other sentient being that I really began my journey.
I have seen stars so bright that I still carry a shadow of them in my sight, I have felt cold so deep that would make a single flame feel like a raging fire.
I have sold all the data collected from this voyage to EXO engineers, they say knowledge of our galaxy will make us stronger. I wish they knew how insignificant we are out in the black, I wish we all knew.
CMDR Dacorpse out.