There were many things and fates to fear in the deepest reaches of untamed space, countless ways to meet one's end. From hypermatter containment failures to chance encounters with rogue neutron stars mid-hyperspace transit. With fifty-thousand lightyears of galaxy in every direction ready for exploration, 'anything goes' was the rule rather than the exception.
One such fate was to get lost without rhyme or reason, doomed to drift through space for the rest of time as one of the ghost ships. Tragic vessels said to haunt the sparsely populated Rims, Wild Space, and the Unknown Regions. Seasoned sailors of the star seas hailing from those regions speak of vengeful crews of dead smugglers. More rational heads claim that superstition clouds the judgement of anyone who spends too much time alone in hyperspace and that any such sightings were merely previously undocumented species or coincidences.
Aldric did not count himself among those more rational heads. At least not anymore. Certainly not while he stared out of his small freighter's viewport as the ship he sat inside of was sinking into a mirror-like, light-blue surface. The malleable whatever-it-was had appeared out of thin air directly in his path while he was at full thrust. He wasn't sure how the collision hadn't turned his small freighter into a cloud of space dust, but his miraculous survival was the last thing he thought about.
The freighter's engines, already strained at their limit, were engaged in reverse, to little avail. Inch by inch, the freighter sank deeper into the surface, pulled by unseen mechanisms. It wasn't long until the viewport met the surface, fortunately withstanding any pressures that may have acted on it, only to clear up again moments later as the ship came to a halt with a sudden lurch and a thunderous crash.
The sight that greeted Aldric was more than astounding. A gigantic, curved room stretched out before him for what seemed like miles, filled with the carcasses of hundreds of ships of all sizes. Only dim lights illuminated the area, but the sight they provided was nothing like the pristine surface outside. Everything seemed steeped in grime and debris, as though an avalanche of mud had rolled through a technological graveyard.
Aldric took a moment to appreciate the sight. From his limited vantage point, he could already make out a few vessels long thought lost to time. From the tall head of a hammerhead corvette to the unmistakable solar panels of an unusual TIE-craft, the field of ships before him was a treasure trove of galactic history.
He barely contained his excitement as he jumped from his seat to grab a breathing mask and backpack. The distress signal switch was little more than an afterthought as his circumstances, and method of escape, were pushed to the back of his mind.
History was calling.
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OOC: The Gorgorror is a big ol' ship. Feel free to launch your own little expeditions into the depths of its interior. Ideally, we get a bunch of salvaging and history with an edge of spooky business. Get creative!
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