"4, 3, 2, 1, engage". They are not words anymore, mere noise. It's been more than 6 months since you decided to chase yet another legend, another fable. Naturally, you don't expect to find anything. If you have learnt one thing in your travels, is to never have high hopes, cuts back on the disappointment you see.
You stretch your muscles while Witch Space surrounds you. Witch space...You can vaguely remember when it used to be a magnificent mix of awe and fear. You used to look outside your cockpit trying to discern a pattern, a shape, a sign...nothing. If anything is hidding there, it's doing it very well. You have stopped looking. Nowadays, you prefer to pour yourself a beverage, read a news article or skim through your notes, not once looking outside. You pull up your notes once more. "Formidine Rift", "Cover up", "Salome" and a plethora of 5 and 6 thousand year old myths from Earth. How can they be connected, you think yet again. How is everything relevant? Think!
Having followed so many leads and coming to dead ends, you are starting to feel like Sisyphus or Tantalus. Oh yes, chasing this mystery forced you to learn a fair share of ancient mythology. Gods, monsters, heroes, kings and queens were your company in the void. Time well spent, you think to yourself, even if you don't find anything out here. You check your inbox and smile. A message from CMDR Jorki Rasalas, a fellow Rifter, titled "Check this out" pops up. It's a hand drawn image of a stickman with the quote "Who's your daddy now?!" beneath it. You laugh before replying "You are...".
It's been a few minutes since you exited Witch Space but you didn't even notice. Normally the bright light from the target star would remind you that you have arrived. Not this time. Did you jump to a black hole or neutron star system without knowing it? You remember distinctivly targeting a K type star. You grab the flight stick and start turning your ship around to check behind you. Nothing...But wait, where are the Heart and Soul nebulae? They should be directly behind you, but they are nowhere to be seen. Your whole body clenches. Could you be in...no way. You have heard stories but never believed them. You are refusing to believe it even now. You pull up the galaxy map but your position isn't marked. You pull up your logs...last known position 9256 LY from Sol, inside the Formidine Rift. "Weapons Offline", "Shields Offline", "Thrusters Offline" , your blood freezes. You look outside the cockpit but all you see is your reflection. Complete darkness. You scramble to the right side of your cockpit to initiate a repair and reboot sequence, when everything shuts down. You are left alone with only the sound of your breathing, your gods, your heroes, your monsters...
With all the lights off in the cockpit you are able to notice something approaching in the distance. As curious as you may say you are, you don't want to find out what it is. Once again you try to reboot the systems. Fear has made your hands numb. You end up punching the console. "Diagnostic Repair Sequence Initiated","Systems Online". You fight yourself to not look outside as you bring up the Galaxy map. Whatever it is, it's huge and it's coming towards you. You select a system close to the one you previously were. Course plotting failed. You try another system, failed again. In a last ditch effort you turn to your Navigation panel. Only one option...Polaris, "4, 3, 2, 1, engage".