I remember how long I spent in the black to get back here, then finding out the bubble was on burning and everyone was desperate to play soldier.
I made a lot of money exploring, and I'd certainly like to get back to that. I wish I could engineer this beast to take me out there, but it's cumbersome, and heavy, and far better suited for more commercial roles.
Anaconda with a long-distance jump? I can dream.
Nine months drifting before the sleeve support systems turned over, and here I am.
Nine months in a long, elliptic orbit around Zoline Port. Nine months, technically dead.
And here I am.
Are we all deathless now? Our ships burn and we vaporize in space, or in stars, or to thargoid fire, and poof; we come back.
My support systems died. My sleeve lost power. Poof; I'm back.
The future is long.
I'm deep into the black. I don't know how many days I've been jumping closer to sag a*, detouring off in random directions, scoop, honk, and boom on.
I found a world, perfect for me. Rich atmosphere, life, perfect length of day. I made a note, considered landing, thought better of it.
II may have never left, and I have a mission. A goal, more like.
Scoop, boom on.
A forgettable rock in orbit around a forgettable rock. The star, generic, yellow, and indifferent to my presence.
I'm staring at mountains, now. Towering jagged and fierce in low gravity, never knowing shadow. It's hot, and my life support struggles to manage the heat.
Thousands of ly from Colonia. Tens of thousands from Sol; an ancestral home I can't legally approach.
These mountains predate the Earth, and will persist long after it's gone.
I've docked with the Dove Enigma before launching into the black for as long as I can manage it.
I powered up my systems, preflight checked out green. It took some time to port the data over from the Impulse Buy to the Conditional Clause (no thanks to cross-compat issues) but I'm ready, now.
On a whim, I pinged the system, a place I'd been very busy in, with my good discovery scanners.
Two dozen new objects detected, extending out thousands of ls.
I missed this.
Resleeved while the meat rests. New skin, new ship, new adventures.
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