Well, as the title says. Just writing a bit - decided to post it here since it felt sort of interesting. Hope you like it
If one were present around the third planet at pluto, one would have been able to witness a marvelous sight.
For just behind the planet, just before the emptyness of space that was the home of the system, lay a watcher.
It hid in the darkness; hid in places nobody bothered to look.
Time, and it's eternal task had changed it...no longer was the cross upon it's hull; no longer did it even vaugely resemble a human construct.
Short and Cylindrical, it's body was smattered with a mixture of grey terran armour tiles and an unknown glowing red growth. The growth seemed to have taken over most of the it's hull; pulsing with a beat that would unnerve most terrans. Several spines stuck out from left or right The engines - if one could call it that - glowed a bright yellow in color, leaving a yellow trail as it travelled across the blackness.
As it travelled, it couldn't help but wonder...wonder at the familiarity. Although the inhabitants of this system had only witnessed the passing of a few years; in that short time, it had borne silent witnessed to countless centuries. Not even
it knew how long it had been since it had gone on the task assigned to it; how long it been since it's self-imposed exile from humanity.
So it watched and lurked. Familiarity had drawn it here; rememberence had kept it. It slowly started to remember...remember of times long passed. There was a connection here...something that lay within it's memory. The image, although there and accessable, was nothing like what lay before it now. None of the events, none of the planets...nothing was as it was when it left. It felt much it had, and was so familiar...and yet had grown so alien, this bold new world.
All the events that it had witnessed had been long forgotten by this new world, and by the people inhabiting it. There should be nothing here for it to remain, yet, still....it couldn't leave. Curiousity had led to it's creator into making it, and now, like then, curiousity would lead the forgotten legacy back to it's birthplace, it's home.
The ship slowly started to move forwards, accelerating till it was just past the tiny ice planet that marked the boundary of the system. The space around it started to humm with an unnatural buzz, of energy building up. Any living being would have felt it in their mind, felt it as space and time started to merge into a single point ahead of the ship. The energy kept on building and building and building till finally, in what seemed like a heavenly release, space and time collapsed; revealing the layer that hid beneath. A white and blue vortex appeared as the forces of subspace poured out of the hole; mixing and merging with the blackness of space.
It accelerated forwards into the maw, which greeted it with an eagerness which bore similarity of how a mother would embrace a child. Once the ship was through, the vortex disappeared, leaving behind only the blackness of space where it once stood.
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When it emerged; none were around to witness it's appearance. Few people ever visited this deserted part of space. Sandwiched in the asteroid space between Mars and Jupiter, it acted as a nuetral lagrange point between both planets. Although normally lagrange points were under lockdown by the SFC, the local asteroid field's gravitational flux made this node too unstable to use. The lack of any useful resources in the asteroids and it's remoteness made it an unfavourable spot for most pirates. People couldn't even hide here, since the entire area was covered by the nearby AWACs sensor the SFC had deployed.
However, it is doubted even the most advanced sensors could have detected it's presence. It had learned to counter such things through it's travels.
So it hovered, facing the red planet. It recognized this place. This was where it was born, where it's creator had laboured endlessly to bring it as close to perfect as it could.
Then it remembered it's creator. It remembered - the creator had given it a purpose, a mission to accomplish. It's mission was still ongoing, and it had never failed that purpose, nor questioned it. Although it had developed something no other creation did, it still followed the purpose. It had been given the choice of leaving that purpose, and had earned that ability, but still, it remained true to it. It thought, deeply. Why did it continue to persist? What drove it onwards?
Then it remembered.
The creator had a name, and was human. The creator was male, and at the end of his life. His name....the name was at the barest edges of it's memory.
It grasped at the memory, reaching forth through millenia of stored data; hunting...searching with a new-found thirst, fueled onwards by it's curiuosity.
Then it remembered. The Creator....his name. His name was Yuri. Then it remembered
why. The Creator had given up his life so that it could continue it's purpose, so that eventually, once it's mission was complete, his race would remain standing. The creator had given up his life for others; a concept and a deed completely alien to the creation. It was not a matter of principle...it simply couldn't
afford such a thing; for it remembered that too much was at stake, too many similar lives hung in the balance.
It did not know what death was; every piece of data it had on the subject did not confirm anything. All it knew was that a premature one would mean it had failed the objective, failed the mission, and that a lot of others would die too.
The creator had died for
it's survival. And as such, it was now obligated to live so that the creators race could live as well, no matter how tiring the task was.
It then remembered the pain...the loneliness of it's long journey. Although it had encountered countless number of species, it had never encountered one much like itself, never encountered one with the same objectives....the pains it had gone through for millenia had taken a toll upon it. It no longer shared the sanity that it enjoyed so long ago, no longer had the innocence. In fact, it was the pain that had partially driven it here...in darkness, it had sought refuge; sought some other living thing with which to share it's story...something which would help to end the silence, the loneliness. It had remembered that there were people here...remembered the events that had taken place, that had forced it upon it's great mission.
And so it returned, hoping against hope to find some relief from the darkness.
Then it remembered again. The memory flashed through it much like a lightning strike. It remembered, with perfect clarity one fact about it's creator. One fact that could help it, help to ease the pain it felt...
Yuri had created another.
There was another.It had to find the other. It simply had to.
Surging with a renewed vigor, the ship once again accelerated forwards, giving into the maw of subspace.
It would find the other. There was no question. Nothing would stop it; indeed, nothing in this solar system
could. Ages ago when it was here, not the SFC, not the Senate could stop the
Dominion Squire, and now, like then, neither would be able to stop it again.
