"Hundreds of years have passed since i last put my feet on solid ground...at least on the rock i once called home."


Years after the wormhole accident i returned home... only to find it spread across the stars with little more then smoldering rocks remaining, after landing on what looked to be an old docking station we quickly realized what had happend...

There was a hole cut into the docking bay door, like someone or something wanted to get in, followed by smaller holes indicating gunfire, me and my crew had a looked around... corpses scattered everwhere, limbs and guns thrown around like they were toys.

"What happened here...?" after searching for a few more hours we found our answer... remenants of trig ship and weapon fragments lay adjacent from a corpse of a young women... petrified... her face still contorted by fear, my brother put his hand on my shoulder as if to say "come, there is nothing more to see." so we did just that, we turned back and started heading for the ship.

...After scanning for what felt like months in this empty and lifeless system we found something, a beacon... we swung the ship around as fast as we could and started to warp in that direction, our probes showed that it was moving, slowly but still noticeable.
Our warp was off by several thousand kilometers by the time we arrived, but we could see it... and what i saw that day will haunt me for the rest of time.