The explosion is a mere memory now. I don't even know how to describe the sensation; It was exhilarating even though it was happening to my ship, as the escape pod jettisoned automatically at the last second.
Its been three months since I lost consciousness in that cursed thing; From the autotracking software it seems the pod has been drifting for around three months, through several systems and uncharted space, before I was finally rescued by a mining ship in Pennsylvania's Ralston Ice Field.
I was unsure at first as to what would happen, but it seems the escape pod was sold off to a Junker Patrol with my unconscious body still inside. They pried me out thinking I was just a corpse with no life-signs. The shock of my banging on the Morgue container demanding fresh air must have shocked the staff to no end, leaving them all sorts of imagined Zombie situations.
They allowed me to take a look at the escape pod, or what was left of it. I found the few computer parts I needed and allowed them to scabble over the strange technology. Without these parts I took back they'll probably find a trivial use for the equipment.
All of my communication channels have been lost. According to the AI that I fused with before the explosion, the ship passed through the jumphole successfully, but a strange distortion caused by the prototype scanning device caused some sort of dimensional warp; Everything I once knew has been lost, and everything here is the same as it once was, with the exception of several factions never having existed and more factions I've never heard of existing here. All the funds I brought with me from the -|R|- corporation have been rendered so small that I no longer have the credits for even a decent scout fighter.
The Cerberi AI, now fused with my conscious being, chose to re-name and re-design itself while I was unconscious. He now calls himself Xares, of all things, but he has given me sound advice on what to do next. With the remaining funds I had, I've purchased a basic Startracker fighter and begun to re-map key locations to prepare and organise what to do.
I feel a loss, as though my personality has changed. Memories that once drew clear have been lost to the grey fog in which Xares now resides. Not that I miss them much; In fact, I have a feeling Xares could recall everything at a word, but I don't want to bother.
This is my fresh start, a new chance at life, to follow a different path to the ones I took in my old life that is too good to pass up. And so, I must now decide where to begin. For starters, no-one here knows me or my name, so I'll go by the very metal that brought me here, which one day I may find again.
I am, now and always, Evan K'vori.
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