Flying On The Fringe

The trip through the wormhole in my little ship was a much more hair-raising experience than what I remembered from the bigger cargo vessel. I thought it was going to rip my poor little Starlilly apart at the seams. She moaned and groaned like she was dying, and even with artificial gravity, I swear I felt like I was upside down several times and thrown side-to-side at others—I assume because of the gravitational distortions inside. However, I am safely clear now and only two more days away from Argus.

With the computer piloting the ship, I have returned to my studies of Master Race history, though I will remain at the flight console most of the time. Aside from here, my sleeping quarters and the galley there’s not any place else to be anyway. Anthropoligists believe the Master Race seeded human DNA into pre-sentient species, those that had the cranial capacity to develop sentience but hadn’t yet achieved that level of intelligence, on over a thousand different worlds. There may have been many more if some of their experiments died out before developing to a point where they began to build permanent artificial structures.

Marlon Tave, Captain