Flux Junction

When the entry came up there were suspicions confirmed. Pulled up a registration number that was half faded from the side of the ship and found an obscure book in a faraway database that listed commercial shipping records from a corporation that had ceased to exist before the Grand Experience. Long, long before. It’s the…

Well what the hell is that? There’s a smudge on the window that comes into focus and it’s not a smudge at all. It’s just got a weird shape that doesn’t gel with what you’d expect to see out here. It’s three masts. Tattered impossibly thin golden solar sails. A pointlessly long body from the…