Wow it's been so long since i last updated!


I spent the last couple of months on a reconnaissance mission to XE216, a research station located in the NGC 604 Nebula . Normally every 12 months the company would rotate a new batch of researchers onto the station, but for whatever reason, they lost contact with the last group. So of course, Seabird (my intergalactic spaceship) and her crew was went to investigate a distress signal found broadcasting from the outpost.

Well let me tell you what I discovered.

XE216 had fallen into the gravitational well of something big. And weird. I would describe it as similar to earth's moon... except that it didn't orbit any planetary body or sun. In fact it was completely stationary. An anomaly to say the least. Well the reason XE216 had lost communications, was that this "moon" had pulled the station into orbit, making it pass through a dense cloud of ionized gas and destroying most of it's comms systems. Well as soon as we located XE216, we docked, breached the hull and scanned for survivors. The station was derelict... Life support systems still functional. Beds made up.  Kettles still on the stove. Everything seemed normal, despite the fact that the outpost was devoid of all life. It was unnerving, knowing that soon, this peaceful little outpost was destined to be pulled apart by the gravitational forces of this strange moon.

Nebulae are like the Bermuda Triangles of space. It's where strange and peculiar things happen. Well the crew back on-board the Seabird, also discovered something peculiar. it seemed that the location of the distress signal, didn't originate from the research station at all, but instead, was found to be broadcasting from the surface of the moon! I wasted no time in exiting that doomed coffin, and scrambled back on-board the Seabird. It was no less then 20 minutes before we made our descent to this mysterious moon. It was a perfect golden white sphere. Roughly two third's the size of earth's moon. After some preliminary tests and scans upon landing, the task fell upon me, to suit up and investigate the source of the signal.

Setting foot on the moon's surface was surreal. There were no craters. No landmarks. The only thing that existed was the horizon that extended far beyond what a human eye was capable of. Nothing had marked it's surface until my boots left it's prints in that white-gold dust. There was no sun. There was no shadow. No sense of time or distance. I soon realized, that I had lost contact with my ship and it's crew. All i could hear, was the sound of my own breath and the signal getting louder. It pierced into my mind. As I slowly approached the source of the signal, it became louder and louder. It's sound distorted and warped into hellish cries, reverberating through my head. A deep fear crept into my heart...i already knew what i would find at it's end.

I stood out there...on that moon, tired, emotionless...staring at the signal's source. Before me...nesting peacefully in the sand, was my ship. The Seabird. It's hatch lay wide open. It's interior exposed to the moon's hostile environment. As i entered the spacecraft, my fears were realized. The Seabird was derelict. No signs of the crew. Dust covered the dashboard... a little light alternating on and off. The distress signal. On the screen was a counter, logging the time since the distress signal was last activated. Months had passed. I stared at this small blinking light. A realization came upon me, of how utterly alone i was. Out here...in the deepest regions of space and time. This signal was the only beacon of my humanity. It broadcasted tirelessly through the empty depths of space crying out "here i am. I am still alive."


I switched off the distress beacon, closed the hatch, and set a course back to earth.

Anyways... now that I'm back on Earth, I'll probably finish off some artwork that i owe people and hang out in paintchat a bit.

- Vorxii