Thomas Galente

The surface of vizor felt warm to touch, the cabin was filled with multitudes of electronically manufactured sounds, I am standing here starring deep into ths holographic picture of stars. This void is somwhat enticing but cold. The space is calling me with its brute unaltered beauty and hostality. This is my home ... i muttered to myself ... my home amongst the stars ...
I was neither born or created, I came to existance like hundreds before me, why do I ask myself why I am here is the same question that broght us here ... still unanswered still so unfullfilled.
as this question was still lingering about my brain I somehow didnt notice locking
* Warning *
Cabin lights switched off intantly as walls became translucent to show space around my vessel
Still half daydreaming trying to shake my mind out of state of limbo as i jumb behind cockpit only to be greeted wth message in big bold letters.
* Warp Scramble Attempt from Ger Rees *
Shit I thought to mysel i am dead i am dead!