Everything onboard the ship was in perfect order, and the radar remained free of signals of other ships, life and dangerous obstacles. Providing you the security to gaze at the massive blue planet below and what was likely its own moon orbiting around it. For the past few hours you’ve been in uncharted territory, and as thrilling as that felt, it meant any attempts to use your computer to research what planets you were near or where you were heading to would turn up no results. Nor were you certain how safe you'd be, but you accepted life was one big risk and had been incredibly careful for your whole trip.

However, your computer was still receiving faint signals from other Pathfinder’s ships that were coming from all over the place. Which wasn’t unusual as you were by no means the only one in space. Just a visual reminder that if you were bored with talking to yourself, you had options. Most of them shared similar backgrounds and were educated and curious minds, so the conversations would never be boring. Their trucker lifestyle of constant and long trips away from home, allowed them to be chummy with one another from impossible distances, which certainly helped alleviate any intense feelings of loneliness. Or put more accurately, the highly advanced communication systems built inside these ships did that. Nebutum technology was amazing...

...Beep.

Did your ears deceive you? No, the radar must've picked something up. In most instances it was a piece of debris floating in space that was close enough to notice, but a single beep was never the end of world...

Beep.

That was too fast to be another object. Seems like whatever it found was getting closer and was big enough to be worth paying attention to. 

Beep, Beep, Beep.
Beep, Beep, [b]Beep![/b] 
[b]Beep, Beep, Beep![/b]

It began to increase in speed and volume, getting faster and louder like an alarm clock gone feral. But you recognized that something was immediately amiss. Besides having nothing in your view at the time, not even from a distance. Which a cloaking device, theoretically, could answer that conundrum. But the radar was free of any blinking dots displaying any kind of object, or life anywhere in your proximity, and that didn't seem logistically possible as it showed no signs of it failing to properly function. If it was from your dimension, you'd have seen it by now and taken the appropriate countermeasures...

So what were you even—[img]https://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjU0LjE0MjY4YS5WMGhCVFNFLC4w/neo-latina.regular.png[/img]

Instant blackout. No amount of shielding or armor plating would've helped you stay conscious from whatever had just directly collided into your ship. Fortunately you'd eventually come to and prove to be unharmed with the lights back on and the ships systems surprisingly remaining entirely intact like nothing had actually damaged you at all. So what the hell happened to you? You and your ship weren't endangered yet, so assessing your surroundings would be the next thing on the checklist. But as you drifted through a kaleidoscope of colors the only thing in your view was a large object directly in front of you. But it was no debris, it looked like [url= https://i.pinimg.com/474x/d7/39/18/d73918580bbf152891065c0c4a2a939d--starship-concept-space-opera.jpg]another spaceship![/url] A model you had never witnessed before, even on the more sketchy forums that claim to have recorded and documented alien ships. Vertical and in dark red plating that might have been made from Nebutum? How could that be possible—

But before you could possibly grasp your scenario and theorize every aspect, you had another rude interruption. An incoming transmission request from...that alien spacecraft.
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