"On the 18th of May 3305, day 52 of the First Great Planetary Expedition, i finally saw again the familiar profile and the comforting lights of Bridger Town, after a journey of approximately 5600 km. A journey about which I admittedly didn't really tell much, blame it on a number or reason (lack of time, lack of will, lack of anything meaningful to say, lack of the means to properly say it). But still a journey full of many moments to be remembered; the frantic comms of people trying their luck at climbing the Sentinel at the start of the expedition (almost two months ago!), the fun times at the Grand Canyon Crater with several other cmdrs, crazy jumps, hilarious rebuys, fireworks, stairways made of ships and lots of wheels finally freed from the bond of their parent SRVs.
The random encounters with other explorers along the way; the long, dark, eerie nights and the frequent but always awe-inspiring eclipses of Chi Herculis behind the majestic disk of Apasam. A neverending expanse of sun-bathed red plains, gigantic sulphurous peaks, ancient craters and canyons; the barren beauty of the polar regions, the shimmer of the frozen ground and the otherwordly blue glow of towering mountains made entirely of ice. The loneliness of it all, and yet at the same time, the knowledge of being in the good company of an awesome group of other venturers, each one with their motives, their adventures, their stories to tell.
And at the end of it all, the tall profile of the Sentinel peeking again over the distant horizon; a thin yellow sliver slowly growing to an imposing yellow mountain, two black dots become two towers, two towers become a city.
"Docking permission granted".
From the steepest peak to the deepest valley, every meter traveled has been worth it. So long, Kumay."
Sorry I've not been very present in the thread as of late, I admit I pretty much neglected it over the Discord channel. My bad, I'm really not good at handling more than one social channel at once!
