CMDR Airman_Dan’s Log, 28th June 3307

In the darkness below the surface, the marvels of the universe speak unto the lost.  My beating heart pounds within my chest stronger than the pulsar that sent me here, melting steel and crushing atoms and rending effect from cause.  I yearn for the silence of the black, for the cacophony of the empty, for the spectacle of the void.  I have been where no man has gone, I have sought what no man has found, and I have held when no man has stood.

My mind is clear now.  Free of the weight of expectations.  Breathing.  Understanding.  Focused.  I came here to honor a memory, and left with singularity of purpose.

Perhaps I seek what some think shouldn’t be found.  Regardless, I am the hero of my own story and so I continue.  I’ve gone to the farthest reaches of the galaxy and from there I’ll go further still.  Driven past Icarus’ Folly and ‘round the Devil’s Dance Floor and through the Great Plume of Agosoria, my path chases the light across a thousand worlds, most known only to me.  Eternity itself is but a wink of my imagination, and it is oh so very colorful.

The Fiat Lux is headed “home” aboard the Omega Concern in a week’s time, but my work has only just begun.  I have opened Pandora’s Box, and it really doesn’t seem all that complicated.

I don’t see you yet, but I know you’re there.  Sit tight.  I’m coming.

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CMDR Airman_Dan's Log, 10th June 3307

I found it.  Thousands of light-years off course and running on fumes—again—but I found it.

Apparently the Omega Concern had decided to follow in my high-altitude footsteps and work its way up above the galactic plane.  The sparseness of the stellar inhabitants made it a little easier to find, but the climb still proved a challenge.  Most people try to avoid white dwarfs, but when you've got to make every light year count, you do what you have to.  Who knew there were so many different types?  (I did.  I have the sum of all human and a great deal of Guardian knowledge available at my fingertips in the Codex.  So I knew that.  But it is still a bit of a marvel to actually experience them in person.)  The Fiat Lux proved its mettle and got the job done without complaint.

We've got the Concern parked around one of those dwarfs for now.  Tritium has been hard to come by, but we managed to find a decent supply around a local gas giant, and are taking on as much as we can before resuming course back towards civilization in a few days.  I've meanwhile taken advantage of the opportunity to explore the area; I can't say for certain if the rarities of galactic phenomena are more common here, or if everything else simply isn't, but in any case I've already run across several red giants, a blue giant, and an eight billion year old carbon giant.  One of my fellows even found a blue supergiant, which, at less than a million years, was quite the contrast indeed.

I wasn't planning on heading in this direction, but since we're here, I might as well make the most of it.  I'll do a few more mining runs to quench the Concern's never-ending thirst, but I also want to see how far out I can push the boundaries of our findings.  I've already stumped the navcom once and had to manually weave and wind my way home.  Hopefully I don't wind up stranded, but this change of pace has been exhilarating, and the view from up here isn't half-bad either.

CMDR Airman_Dan’s Log, 8th June 3307

Missing! The damn thing’s missing! I went ahead in my never-ending quest for giant stars, and I had some measure of success with a pair of reds and a blue. My high-altitude inspiration was successful in ensuring I got my name on them, but at the moment I’ve got bigger problems than servicing my ego. I arrived on schedule to where the Omega Concern ought to have been next, but it wasn’t there.

For the first time, I regret downgrading the sensors on the Fiat Lux to save weight. These D-rated scanners are making the search more troublesome than it needs to be. Nevertheless, I’ve scoured every system within half a parsec from here. With the news from Galnet of possible Thargoid hyperdictions recently, I am gravely disturbed. I thought we would be safe from their machinations at this distance, but who knows? All that’s certain right now is that the carrier has vanished without a trace.

My jaunt in the Ad Astra the other day may prove serendipitous. It’s a long shot, but I’ve sent out a fighter recall signal on wide-beam subspace. If the Concern is out there, the response from the fighter’s docking computer may allow me to triangulate its location from here.