Gamma Mitter Manza 112y (Xanthi)

Stars. Nothing but stars. The void hangs open and empty before you, and as you wonder why your ship's integrated intelligence picked this particular stretch of nowhere that sits light years from any planet, from any chunk of rock or any star, the passive scans begin, pick up traces of dust, traces of atomized steel.

It isn't empty. There's something here after all.

The sensors track tiny shards of what once might have been a ship, but the dust, the pieces themselves are so small, so ancient that it's hard to tell what happened to it, what it looked like when it was whole.

It isn't human, though. That much is certain. It's too old, far, far too old. The analysis comes back clear– whatever happened to this ship, this station or whatever it was, happened almost eight billion years ago. The debris– it predates the earth.

There isn't much else your ship's integrated intelligence can pull from the shards floating slowly through space here. You make a note of the location in the database, spin up the phasedrive and prepare to make a jump to the next point of interest in the list.

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