The Wayfarer

[Caliban]

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The air was cold aboard the Wayfarer. Deafening silence spreading across the few hallways it had. It was only the clanking noises of the Security Droids patrolling the ship and the metal pipes creaking quietly, merging with the eerie ambience. Several days passed since the incident in Alberta. Three lost causes searching for a way out of a grave that would fit each of them perfectly. For Ego there was no grave, though. Ego was born out of necessity and desperation to hide from Death itself. The unjust arm of The Order's shadows. He was meant to lose the coin toss between himself and, of course, also himself. He won instead.

Vincent had died his last death in Alberta - his beloved Valkyrie shattered into pieces, staring at the destiny he was forced into with no way of turning back. His soul claimed by the void he vowed to stay away from. His mind succumbing to stress, anguish and horror. He tried to make himself a new person - lead a new life. A life without the Nomads. And he did it at the expense of his own self fading away for another to take place. Still him, but also not him.

He survived the ordeal while losing one of the last memories of himself, followed by infighting between himself, Garmr, and Raven. Fate had spared him only this once with few injuries to his body with the exception of his cybernetics - replacements to his right arm and leg. Two of the things he had lost in front of his former home. It took several days for Ego to be put back on his feet, and another one to rebuild the helmet that covers the face of a dead man. One last gift he could offer to himself was the RV-Wayfarer through the "Recall Protocol". One last piece of his past he didn't want to lose.

Now Ego had to focus on the present and the future. The Dunlin did not come empty handed, but he also needed Fighter. The cockpit portion of the Valkyrie survived the incident well within Garmr's cargo hold. Unfortunately he needed virtually everything else. Bering. he grunted, sitting against the cockpit of his former Valkyrie, holding a small hull plate in his hand. Its color was covered by black sooth and burnt by plasma, yet the writing was still visible. A memento to his loss. Your orders, Master Vincent? the droid's voice was crackling, covered in very slight static as it spoke. It was one of the Research droids doubling as the commanding crew of the vessel. An identification plate above the machine's optics read: "R-1". Ego did not reply immediately. Delete all entries regarding "Vincent Abrams". Add "Ego" as the owner. Create new entry for "Ego" - Captain of the RV-Wayfarer. he paused for a second, locking eyes with the droid's optics noticing how it was processing the commands. R-1 stared forward as it complied, taking a rough estimate of 20 seconds before directing his optics back at Ego. Done. Your orders, Master Ego?

Set course for Bering. Ego resumed before gently placing the hull plate against the ravaged cockpit and leaving towards the Command Deck. R-1 looked quietly at the plate, scanning it carefully before following the "new" Captain.

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