Happy to be back!

["Raven"]

Name’s… not important anymore. Not the one I was born with, anyway.

Some of us don’t get the luxury of introductions like that.

I read your story, Greger Williams. Every word of it. And I’ll tell you something most won’t, not because they don’t want to, but because they don’t understand what they’re looking at.

You didn’t just get lost.

You were taken out of the timeline.

I know that sounds like the kind of thing people on the Edge whisper after too many drinks, but I’ve seen the same cracks you’re describing. The flash. The silence. The missing pieces where something should be, but isn’t. Not damaged… removed.

I wasn’t Liberty. Rheinland. Special Unit, though officially I never existed. We were sent on a mission that also “doesn’t exist anymore.” Same story as yours, briefings gone, crew erased, records wiped so clean it’s like we were never deployed at all.

Our captain brought us back.

Not through gates. Not through anything you’d recognize. Something tore open, or maybe we did, and we fell back into Known Space like debris that didn’t belong anymore. Not all of us made it. Not all of us came back… right.

And here’s the part you need to hear:

You’re not alone.

There are more of us. Scattered. Quiet. Trying to stitch together lives that don’t quite fit anymore. People who remember flashes, corridors, voices that don’t translate into any known language. People who wake up with skills intact but histories missing.

We’ve started building something. Not an empire. Not a faction chasing power.

A place.

A place for those who slipped through whatever that was, the rifts, the fractures, the things no one in command will ever admit exist. A place where you don’t have to prove what happened to you, because everyone there already knows what it feels like to be… cut out.

We’re still looking for the others. Crewmates. Lost signals. Ghost transponders that flicker where they shouldn’t. Some of them are out there, Greger. I’d bet more than I should on that.

Not all of them will want to come back.

But they deserve the choice.

You said you don’t want to spend your life chasing what happened.

Good. That’s how it gets you.

But if you ever decide you want to stand somewhere that feels… closer to real again, even if it’s built on broken pieces, then keep an ear open. We don’t broadcast openly, but the signals are there if you know what to listen for.

Until then?

You’re doing the only thing that works.

One step forward.

That’s how all of us are surviving this."


~~OORP
Welcome Back to Discovery, i hope we see us somewhere in Space to chill a bit hehehe
hope you will find you're way in Space