"God, this is taking FOREVER!" Commander Golden-Knight had gone for about a hundred or two lightyears out of "The Bubble" before the first day was done, as far as the trip around the galaxy was going. The pilot lost count of how many worthless ice balls had to be scanned with a fine-tooth comb, as other jokers with various handles had marked "Discovered" but decided to not bring along the Detailed System Scanner. Their loss, at least it gives a way for Golden-Knight stake a name in this massive galaxy.
And of course, the journal would start with these exact words: "The Galaxy is a Lonely Place."
Just glancing at the Galactic Map had a North America Nebula, a Heart Nebula, and a Soul Nebula...why were they named such? Did they have any significance? Did someone already visit those spots 5 years ago and that first pilot had been the one to choose such funny names?
The human race may never know.
Never mind the rest of the lore, going to scan those dustballs that are 300kls from the main star, all while in supercruise with no hyperspace had been a daunting matter. Once or twice, no problem. But when that counted well over a dozen separate occasions? That's when it started to get much. And naturally, to just go around the galaxy would be much quicker if we focused entirely on nothing more than fuel-scooping and hyperspace jumping. But Golden-Knight was thorough...to a fault. Still, all those wide-eyed wannabe explorers that get curious about what all is out there, well...first impression says "It's at least 90% ice and rock...assuming you ignore all the actual nothingness in between planets."
The end goal? To have a star named after me, or maybe a space station...OR to be honored by way of dashboard decoration ("Golden Knight Plushie" definitely sounds amazing)...basically, I want to get CANONIZED! Sure it's egotistical, but at least I'm upfront about it.
A very specific waltz had been playing on loop for over 250 times, and counting. It took an actual day for this kind of progress, and with no signs of letting up.
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And of course, the journal would start with these exact words: "The Galaxy is a Lonely Place."
Just glancing at the Galactic Map had a North America Nebula, a Heart Nebula, and a Soul Nebula...why were they named such? Did they have any significance? Did someone already visit those spots 5 years ago and that first pilot had been the one to choose such funny names?
The human race may never know.
Never mind the rest of the lore, going to scan those dustballs that are 300kls from the main star, all while in supercruise with no hyperspace had been a daunting matter. Once or twice, no problem. But when that counted well over a dozen separate occasions? That's when it started to get much. And naturally, to just go around the galaxy would be much quicker if we focused entirely on nothing more than fuel-scooping and hyperspace jumping. But Golden-Knight was thorough...to a fault. Still, all those wide-eyed wannabe explorers that get curious about what all is out there, well...first impression says "It's at least 90% ice and rock...assuming you ignore all the actual nothingness in between planets."
The end goal? To have a star named after me, or maybe a space station...OR to be honored by way of dashboard decoration ("Golden Knight Plushie" definitely sounds amazing)...basically, I want to get CANONIZED! Sure it's egotistical, but at least I'm upfront about it.
A very specific waltz had been playing on loop for over 250 times, and counting. It took an actual day for this kind of progress, and with no signs of letting up.

Elite - Blue Danube Waltz
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