Maiden Voyage of the AIEL Muirín

KombattWombatt · Mar 9, 2015

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CMDR KombattWombatt of the AIEL Muirín
Scout of the Alioth Independents Exploration League

Prologue

“For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel’s sake. The great affair is to move.” – Robert Lewis Stevenson

We spend our whole lives seeking comfort. We find comfort in our mother's embrace. Then in the camaraderie of those that share our beliefs. We work most of our waking moments to allow ourselves to improve the circumstances of our comfort: the home, the spouse, our financial security. We seek love. Of ourselves, of others. Love is the most sought after comfort of all.
What is this then? This desire to run from comfort. To journey into the unknown, where everything we have ever sought is reduced to a tiny pinprick of light peaking through the veil of black that is everything else?

This is the question I seek to answer. I do not expect to be satisfied. I do, however, hope to fine meaning in the attempt. To shed a modicum of light onto the black. In doing so, upon my journey home, that tiny light of comfort may burn just a little bit brighter.

-KombattWombatt

KombattWombatt · Mar 9, 2015

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CMDR KombattWombatt of the AIEL Muirín
Scout of the Alioth Independents Exploration League

"War does not determine who is right - only who is left." - Bertrand Russell

I do not run from my past. I am not ashamed of my life so far. Working to secure the independence of the Alliance has not lost its nobility. But I do yearn for an alternative way to support what I hold dear.
Thus, I travel.

I know little of the universe and how it functions. But I have had communication with a number of CMDR's willing to share their expertise, and so I do not journey out unprepared. With a little creativity, my cow of a vessel, the Type-6 AIEL Muirín has been adequately outfitted to journey into the great unknown.

I bring little weaponry, and as much Eranin Whiskey as one could hope to drink in a lifetime. Leaving Roddinger Dock for the last time in, hopefully, quite some time, I raise a toast and offer a "sláinte mhaith" to those I leave behind. May they all be here on my return.

The destination is the Pelican Nebula, and what lies in between. I will first plot my voyage by the bright light of HIP 102082. I know nothing of it except that it burns bright, and that that is as good a reason to go somewhere as any other.

Before that, I visit an old friend for a meal. I do not know when we might see each other again, as they and their family are beginning a journey of their own. Comfort, found in other parts of the universe.

So as I arrive at the ourskirts of civilization for one last round of brotherly companionship, may I raise a toast to you, reader, and offer you good health, safe journeys, and a tiny light.

Kombatt Wombatt
138 lyrs from home