I got a sudden chill as a dark shadow passed over my ship. Out the corner of my eye I could barely make out another vessel off in the distance, too far to identify and it didn't appear on my overview. I turned to see if I could get a better view but I was too late. The ship was gone.
I started to notice this phantom visitor once every few weeks. The hair on the back of my neck would stick up and I knew he was there. A quick glance at my overview would again show nothing. A ping of the directional scanner similarly only showed the usual dust and debris. But if I panned quickly enough, I would catch a glimpse of my stalker, always too distant to identify and then vanished.
It followed me wherever I went; asteroid belts, dead space complexes, jumps between stargates. I was noticing him more often. That skin-crawling feeling would come over me and I would turn to see just the tail end of this spectre.
He was getting closer.
One night, after clearing out a Guristas nest, I lingered on field looting broken ships. Local was empty and nothing but wrecks on the Overview. I started to feel that now familiar sense of dread, I had stayed in one place for too long and he would soon find me. Abandoning the rest of the loot, I aligned for warp. But this time, I was too late...
My warp drive froze and the capacitor instantly zero'd. I looked up and saw the ruin of an old Myrmidon. Her armor had been blasted clean through and the hull was on fire. She was close this time and I got a good look. I knew this ship! The faded Interbus skin still recognizable through the damage and the smoldering hull. This was MY ship! In one terrifying moment of clarity I understood what was happening...
784 days ago, before they had limited Alphas to L3 missions, I had taken my Myrmidon into an L4 Security mission. We were doing pretty well, despite the intense incoming damage, we were holding our own. When the final wave spawned, we were overwhelmed. Sheilds were gone. Armor gone. Hull buckeling, collapse was iminent. I did the only thing I could do... I abandoned ship and warped away. I panicked and left my ship and my crew to die.
How had they survived? It seems impossible they could have aligned for warp before the hull gave out. Were they ghosts? These thoughts pushed aside as I heard those glorious words "Warp Drive Active". The warp drive roared to life and we escaped back to station safely. But...

She is still out there...