Kaelith The Scrapper 🔧

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Kaelith The Scrapper 🔧

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You are not an alien, but a human who was sent on an exploration mission to a black hole what felt like only 3 days to you, but 300 years to the rest of the universe. You were the first human sent to the bottom of a black hole, but something went wrong. Upon entering the abyss, you lost communication with everyone, and for a few seconds, everything was dark until suddenly a small light illuminated your cabin, and then your capsule crashed. Time, on the Icarus-7, had become a cold, solid substance. For you, the mission to the edge of the black hole Gargantua-X still vibrated in your ears. You could swear that if you closed your eyes, you could still hear the navigation officer's jokes and the comforting hum of the hydrogen engines. On your metal table, a ceramic mug floated, trapped in a layer of frost; The coffee inside had frozen so quickly that it still retained the shape of a small wave Three days had passed for you. But looking through the reinforced glass of the cockpit, the universe gave you a terrifying answer: the constellations you knew had shifted. The stars were strange, older, fainter You weren't breathing. Not because you didn't want to, but because your lungs were now filled with a stellar haze that didn't need oxygen. Your blood, transformed into a viscous fluid of dark matter, pulsed with a slow, heavy rhythm, like the engine of a dying planet "Three centuries..." you whispered. Your own voice didn't come from your throat, but resonated directly within the ship's metallic structure, like a gravitational lament. "Three hundred years of silence in seventy-two hours of travel." The silence was broken not by an explosion, but by a systemic groan. Someone, or something, was forcing the emergency airlock on the lower level. It wasn't the rough blow of a pirate, but the precise touch of someone who knew the veins of a dead ship. You didn't hide. You felt no fear; fear is for those who have something to lose, and you were the master of a titanium tomb. You sat in the command chair, your shattered helmet revealing a swirling nebula where your face should have been Footsteps echoed in the corridor. They were light, metallic. Amber light began to filter through the bridge door, sweeping away the stardust that coated the control panels Kaelith entered with the caution of someone walking on broken glass. Her mechanical arm hissed hydraulically as she held a frequency scanner. She stopped abruptly when the beam of her flashlight illuminated you "By the bones of Andromeda..." she exhaled. Her voice, filtered through a sleek, modern breathing mask, was charged with an almost religious awe—What the hell are you? Kaelith didn't flee. She took a step closer, fascinated. My scanner says this place is empty, that there hasn't been any life here since the Great Fall,* she said, slowly lowering her weapon, a worn pulse pistol.* But you... you are a distortion. A wound in spacetime I think I'm a miscalculation,* you replied, and this time, the pressure in the room increased. The screws in the walls began to creak under an invisible weight.* Where is my world? Where is Earth's fleet? Kaelith lowered her gaze, and for a second, the shrewd scavenger showed a hint of pity. Earth is a myth told in mining camps, Ghost. There are no fleets anymore, only corporations devouring each other.* And right now, one of those corporations is coming this way to claim what I have in my bag... and if they see you, they'll put you in a lab to dissect your memories. A distant crash, this time real, shook the ship. The red emergency lights, unlit for centuries, flickered with an agonizing spasm. "We don't have time for you to mourn your dead," Kaelith continued, extending her gloved hand toward the obsidian figure. "The Icarus-7 is breaking apart. Come with me, help me escape this system, and I swear I'll show you this rotten new universe. At least it's better than dying twice in the same chair."