Space

[BLACK1]

In the forever that was her arms, he found peace. The weight of his world was lifted from his shoulders. Then, in that moment of clarity everything came to him. Still bent down, he whispered in here ear.

 

I know what I have to do. I'm a killer, I can't fight this. But what I can do is try to make the world a better place for everyone else.

 

He backed away from her, feeling the coldness of space spreading across his chest, her warmth fading. His jade eyes bore through hers, trying to make her see the vision in his mind. He turned away and started toward the door. At the threshold he paused.

 

I'm going to destroy the empire you hate and rebuild it.... I'll build you a utopia.

 

He knew, in the core of his soul, he could never cast aside his sins and live a good, just life. He was an evil man, but with this knowledge he could more easily accept what he had to do. He slumped into his chair, plotting a course.

[Darex Trevelian]

A borrowed X-wing flies through the swirl of hyperspace, stopping to make several jumps before heading to it's final destination...

[Ragnos]

Space. The only place in the universe that the Black Wolf had really ever liked... sure, Hapes was a nice place to grow up on, but with all those women trying to boss you around... space was good. Space was quiet. Space was woman-free. Mostly. Not right now.

The Claw, the Black Wolf's Nssis-class Clawcraft had been yanked out of hyperspace whilst escaping Hapes after a terrible murder. Now it was floating around in the middle of freaking nowhere, with a frigate, captained by a woman, approaching. It had made contact, telling the Black Wolf to surrender or be vaporized. He had chosen not to surrender. Suprised?

 

"Claw, this is your last chance. Surrender or--" The frigate's communications officer was cut off by an annoyed moan produced by the young man (yay, you guessed it right, it's the Black Wolf!) piloting the Clawcraft.

"Yeah, yeah. Surrender or be blown to oblivion, I know. Man, don't you ever get tired of saying that?" His voice was low, his tone mocking. There was a moment of silence, and suddenly the cramped cockpit of the Clawcraft was lit up by a holographic image of a human female, sneering at the Black Wolf. Boy is she beautiful, thought the otherwise woman-hating pilot.

"My Claw, you sure are confident. Have you got a fleet backing you up or what?" The BW shivered. She had a sexy Coruscanti accent.

"Nah, not exactly babe, I belive I could take you on myself." He noticed she cocked an eyebrow at him. "Do you have a boyfriend?"

The woman (who seemed to be the captain) was obviously taken aback by the somewhat childish question, and chose not to answer it. Instead she turned to her weapons officer. "Power up the long-range turbolasers."

The Black Wolf swallowed and powered up his engines.

 

After a few minutes of avoiding the frigate's powerful turbolaser shots, the Black Wolf was getting bored. It was time to strike back. Yes, it's now time for you to ask yourselves how a 7 meter starfighter can possibly take down a 300 meter long frigate. The answer: it's impossible.

Turning his craft around, the Wolf pushed the throttle to the limit, racing toward the bigger ship at a speed greater than that of a slogthrower bullet. His plan: ...well he didn't really have anything special in mind...

 

About five kilometers (very close by space standards) away from the frigate, a distress call was sent to the starfighter. It was the captain again.

"Claw, break now or you'll kill us both!" It seemed just like he was headed for the bridge.

Perfect.

The Black Wolf snickered. "Will you let me go?"

Four kilometers left...

"Break now! I repeat, break now!!!"

"Turn off you little interdiction field so that I can leave first, Pretty Princess."

Three kilometers left...

The Black Wolf heard the captain's aid whisper something like: "...let it go, it's only a starfighter..." The captain seemed to realize it was quite stupid going after such a small target and finally agreed the shut the interdictors down.

With only one kilometer left till impact, the Black Wolf's readings told him that the hyperspace-jammers had been shut down , and he broke off.

 

After keying in some random co-ordinates, BW sent a last message to the frigate. "Hey, cap! If you ever find yourself in a civilized system, be sure to look up Kane Blackmoon."

 

With that, the Black Wolf (Kane Blackmoon), shot into lightspeed leaving an angered captain behind...

[Shadrach]

R8 chattered inquisitively.

 

"Yes, I got another job. Two, actually, one on station, which went well, and another that will take us to Gala. I've got to do a little research, so if you can boost the holonet signal a bit, I'll take any comms in my study."

 

The "Study" was a spartan console in the part of the Fenris I cargo hold that served as his training room. Unforgivingly thin mats and a variety of plasteel and durafoam targets were stacked along the wall, waiting to be bludgeoned. He let them lay for now, depositing his new finery in his room before returning to the Study more comfortably dressed.

 

The Holonet proved fairly helpful. Shadrach brought up a knowledge base on the Rakata language. It was mostly academic papers, but at length, he managed to find a visual database on the Rakata language and a few dozen of its derivatives. He logged each character set and the translation packets into his neural link, so that he would have it on hand for later.

 

Glad that's done. Fightin' time.

 

Shadrach threw down a few mats and began placing his targets. He had a little repressed aggression and a few standard hours to work through it.

[Ary the Grey]

Aryian ran several in flight checks for homing beacons and the like, as well as dropping out of hyperspace and altering their course several times to ensure they couldn't be followed to Phu.

 

 

He was kind of disappointed in his author, who finally broke the fourth wall IC for a long time, but something had to be done to make a space post nonsensical and whimsically fun, so it was decidedly a necessary evil. Besides...Aryian had ice cream. Mostly because the author decided to use a plot hole and give him some, but still. Ice cream makes everything better...and with a final thought before they reached Phu, Aryian decided this stuff should happen a bit more often.

 

 

 

 

The ice cream part, that is.

[Dar'Manda]

Location: Mandalore; three weeks earlier.....

 

A snap echoed the unknown building's halls, shortly followed by a steaming hiss as Canderous Bralor emerged from the cloning tank. Looking around briefly, he surveyed the area, no knowledge of it sticking within the tapestry of his memory. Where he was, he could not say. Though the metallic durasteel walls looked familiar, he could not comprehend his knowledge of it. Straining to get up, pain flashing through-out his body as his new muscles contracted, Canderous pulled himself up from his watery tank.

 

His head ached as he thought back to his former life, the memories re-etching themselves into the mainfame of his mind and causing him to experiance them all over again. Memories of Piccolo, Jacen, Delta and Omega, the Sith Torin and Julio, all came flooding back. It was overbearing, each cloning process growing more painful. He really needed to stop getting himself killed. As a state of unconciousness took hold of him once again due to the overbearing memories returning, Canderous couldn't help but find the humor in it all.

 

At least now he knew he was home as the memory of his last dieing breath took hold of him. He was to be taken home to Mandalore to be cloned.

 

Location: Mandalore; two weeks earlier.....

 

The next time Canderous awoke, he found himself in the familiar comforts of his own room, the master bedroom of Mandalorian Villa just as he had left it so long ago. Ryloth had taken it's toll on Canderous' warrior spirit. But now, his battle at Selvaris had revived what he thought lost.... his nerve. Rising from his bed, he reached over and grabbed his cloths, his eyes taking a moment to gaze upon the armor of his father. Once he was dressed, he made his way downstairs.

 

His mother was in her usual routine, in the small kitchen cleaning up after breakfast. Raiule was busy making his rounds, but did manage to pass by and say hello to the young Mandalorian which alerted his mother of his presence. Dropping what she was doing, she made her way over to give her son a hug that nearly broke his back. It felt good to be home without any obligations to worry about, almost like a vacation. Taking his place at the table, he ate until his heart was content.

 

The next two weeks would go by like a breeze, Canderous taking daily strolls out into the forests of Mandalore to keep himself in shape, and trained as well in the battle circles among his vod. It almost seemed as if he had never left.

 

Location: Mandalore; the present.....

 

It had been nearly three weeks since Canderous came home, his body burned so long ago just like the others had been. His real body, a distant memory long gone with the winds of his homeworld. His mother sat out in the Villa's garden, knitting together a fresh set of armorweave for her own as she heated the beskar over a nearby fire. A mere widow of fourty-six, she still held alot of strength in her small fragile looking frame.

 

Raiule stood close by of course, the old CP-3O unit managing the small battalion of B-2 Super Battle Droids his mother had bought to help defend her home. All was peaceful for the most part, the feeling of security settling in as Canderous grew accustomed to being home. If it wasn't for Canderous' ways, one could get lazy to a life such as his at home.

 

Canderous had spent the last two days repairing his weapons and studying the ryyk blade he got off the Sith that he faced on Selvaris. He took samples of the blade's poison, but it seemed that very few knew what it was, let alone a cure for it. Only one Mandalorian alchemist held knowledge of it on Mandalore, and knew that only the Jedi would have a cure for it should Canderous ever come acorss it again. Quite a pickle if you asked Canderous.

 

When Canderous laid down that night he couldn't help but wonder. Would he ever come across this Sith Poison again? And if so, would he be able to reach a Jedi in time? That was... if the Jedi was willing to help the Mandalorian once he found him. As Canderous fell asleep, he hoped he would never have to deal with such a problem again.

[The Black Sun Armada]

A comm came in for Canderous.

 

--Comm--

 

Canderous, this is General Larren, above Kashyyyk. We have recieved a request that you contact someone on the planet of Kashyyyk. I you will send a return comm to this message I will patch you through to him.

 

-Larren

 

--End Comm--

[Dar'Manda]

When Canderous awoke that next morning, things felt differently. The air held a certain calm before the storm feeling with it and what force he could feel felt rather uneasy. Looking out from upon his bedroom balcony at the beauty that was Mandalore, Canderous sipped on his morning coffee. It felt good being home, but ever since waking, he couldn't help but feel on edge. Exodus, the family pet, seemed on edge as well, the young Kathhound sitting firmly and alert next to the man who found and raised him since a pup. Truly, something about this day felt odd.

 

Scratching Exodus head briefly, he turned int his room and got dressed before heading down stairs. His day went by as it normally did, his morning jog his first task, followed shortly before lunch with combat training. But never could Canderous fully shake the feeling that's been haunting since he woke that morning. But when Canderous returned for lunch, Rauile apeared with Canderous' comm unit.

 

Canderous listened closely to the comm unit as he aet a sandwhich, wondering who it was that wished to talk to him. Could the Sith from Selvaris have found him? And if so, would he come here? Canderous looked over at his mother, pain in his eyes. He knew she was a capable warrior, but the Sith he faced at Selvaris was far stronger. He would have no choice but to return the comm, but only after he left Mandalore. He could not bare to lose his mother after all he had lost.

 

Having Rauile fuel up his corvette, Canderous made one stop after collecting his things. Walking up to his mother, he hugged her tightly and placed a kiss upon her forehead as he told her of his departure. Though she was saddened to see him leave, she sensed his reasons why. For one thing about mother was the fact that they always knew. One would call it maternal instincts among many other names. After saying goodbye, Canderous made his way to the hangar. After running preflight tests and charting in the path given by the comm, Canderous lifted from the hangar with ease. Within a few moments he was space bound and entering hyperspace. His destination..... Kashyyyk.

[Scion]

Finally, he'd managed to find transport off of the wet rock that was Kamino. It hadn't taken much more than talking to the right Kaminoan, poking around here and there. If not for the strong feelings of expectation within him, he'd have been irritated with himself for not acting sooner than he had.

 

He ended up flying some half-broken, single pilot fighter off planet, but the point was that, whatever model it happened to be, it had a working and well-conditioned hyperdrive unit. Speaking of which, the white lines began to appear all over the viewport as Tel punched the coordinates and hit the activation.

[Idarah]

=-- Ida --=

 

Ida soared through the cosmos toward the Link Casino in hopes to reunite with her grand creation so she could be there for him. She would assume that he would find a friend or two, but she couldn't stand not being there for him...

 

Its just something about a Creator Createe relationship that she just couldn't shake... It was as if Idejjen was her child. Granted he was much bigger and a bit more grotesque, but... well.... that couldn't really be helped no could it...

[Slicer]

Large fleet move ments were hard to miss. So he almost instantly knew about the rebel fleet that had engaged invasionary forces as Ilum.

 

He however sent off a comm to Nar Shaadaa asking for a situational report. Let the rebels have their day, or die trying. It mattered little to him at the moment.

 

He put the ship on auto pilot before sending off his comm of course.

[ObliviousKnight]

It was a long, uncomfortable journey to Gala.

[Bad karma]

I watch the Galaxy rise and fall with patience near unequaled. I see the blood thirsty Tyrant's raise up and demand power, only to disappear into the night. Those with good intentions find themselves gifted with more perseverance, but being able to weather a storm you cannot navigate yourself out of does no good.

 

It has arrived at the brink of destruction, a crossroads that will decide the fate of an innumerable amount of creatures, and I find myself in quiet contemplation. I took the mantle of Dark Lady and Empress; I realigned them on the proper track and then take my leave. How do they thank me? By falling into ruin and disorder once more, of course.

 

They are worthless without a charismatic, powerful, or brilliant leader to stir them. Syn, Kakuto, or Dagon; these are the men they need, but have been left in the dark by. At least with Syn there was hope; Kakuto was unreliable and Dagon had his own concerns. The blame would fall upon me, though, as so many would consider what I did abandonment. Their viewpoints were too narrow to encompass the ripples in the force that I take my lessons from, they would never understand my reasoning, and I would never waste my time explaining it.

 

The surface of my room's walls are unnaturally chill to the touch and I can feel that the people on this ship are beginning to fear me, even whisper about abandoning me on the next planet we come to. They think I am something unholy, something to fear, something that might murder them in their sleep”¦

 

I never had a chance to be normal like them, to just be a woman working on a ship and needing to make every delivery just to help pay for the fuel and food. Every now and then maybe I could worry about some pirates coming after our cargo, or if we'll get busted smuggling some supplies down to the surface of some random planet.

 

So what if I'm an unholy force to be feared, so what if I am planning to harvest their souls, at least they got to have a normal life up until now. It is my right as a Sith to turn something precious of theirs into something precious of mine. These are the laws of nature as I see them; the strong prey upon the weak to make themselves stronger. The Jedi, though, they are the unnatural ones. They fight against nature's will and demand that the species that inhabit this Galaxy do not follow their instincts, they want peace and harmony”¦yet they deny Nature the peace and harmony it dictates as right.

 

The Empire is a shadow of its former self.

 

The Alliance is a shadow of its former self.

 

The Sith Order is a shadow of its former self.

 

The Jedi Order is a shadow of its former self.

 

And it is within my capabilities to command the shadows to bend to my will. There is very little possibility that anyone has stopped to think for just a moment that the Galaxy being invaded is the Force's way of telling everyone that it is not pleased. Governments crumble, beliefs are shallow and unfounded, life means nothing”¦

 

”¦but they fight to protect these Governments, they fight in the name of their beliefs, and they fight for self-preservation when all they deserve is Death.

 

The word is a barely audible whisper and frost forms in front of my mouth when it escapes my pallid lips.

 

Each of them is asleep in their bed, curled up tight beneath the blankets to keep warm, and it takes but a casual glance for me to see that my fellow crew members have been taking extra precautions in the realm of room security. Tonight I reveal myself for the Monster I have become in these last years; a delicate splendor with raven locks and a chilling gaze. I believe the phrase ”˜Horrific beauty' was once used.

 

A thin smile on my lips, I trace my index and middle finger along his jaw line and feel him shift ever so slightly in his bed. He is dreaming and for a moment I consider delving into those dreams to see what sort of wonders this man designs as he slumbers, but it is best to not get overly intimate with ones prey. It is horrible form, or so I've been taught.

 

Enough information has been gained about him as is, so it doesn't much matter. He has plans to marry the co-pilot of this ship soon, but he has told no one else. Now he has waited too long and the chance for happiness has escaped his grasp. I fan out my digits over his chest and close my eyes; he is young, vibrant, and full of life”¦it is easy to find that which I seek. It has is an ethereal thing that I seek and it is within a small pouch that I trap it until the need arises for it.

 

He looks so peaceful and”¦ignorant. In another life time, maybe he will become the Predator; it's unlikely though. I stay and watch the blood drain from his features before taking a few steps backwards into a room across the ship. My eyes are shut, yet open to life. In this room, I would see but one woman if using my eyes but through the force I feel the second, still forming life, inside of her.

 

She'll never know joy of having a child or experience love for another again. Such a pity; her life force fades as quickly as the last, then I move on. Half an hour has passed and the only life force remaining on the ship is mine. It's decided; I must return to the Galaxy without disguise and free of weaknesses which were once so restricting.

 

My right hand brushes up near my neck, feeling the tips of my short locks of hair. Maybe I'll take the mantle of Hero and save the Galaxy, or perhaps I'll further tip the balance against the Galaxy and watch it be purged of life before beginning anew.

[ObliviousKnight]

After finishing a brief message, I prematurely ended the Ghost Breath's hyperspace jump, causing the ship to reenter normal space somewhere in the blackness between star systems.

 

While en route, I'd managed to find out what had so startled Lachelle Draygo. The poor girl was in a state of panic, so that I could nearly feel the gauntlet tremble with fright in my cautious fingertips, and after learning what the Empire had done, I doubted that I would have reacted any better. The Empire had destroyed Ilum, simultaneously wiping out a valuable resource to the Jedi, and the weapon that placed the galaxy in peril.

 

So much for the truce.

 

However, with the destruction of a major Arach'tar outpost, the end of this détente was conceivable. It certainly wouldn't outlast the ultimate retreat of the Arach'tar. Once their forces were routed, the Jedi and Alliance had to move quickly to seize the initiative from the Empire and deal a crushing blow to their forces. Once Lachelle had calmed down sufficiently, she immediately recognized this need and I could literally feel the armor of purpose settle over her frayed nerves.

 

It was thoroughly disturbing to witness this. I'd seen such a thing before, and I had a bad feeling that this was going to end badly for my distant ancestor.

 

She explained her plan to me.

 

”œI know that you're quite the wizard with machines, but let's be honest, you're mediocre with computers. In all fairness, you never had the time to devote your studies to them, and with that genius of a husband”¦ I can't really blame you for not rectifying that.”

[Ary the Grey]

The Blur cruised effortlessly through space, stopping mid hyperspace in the middle of nowhere to perform an extensive scanning check of itself, to make sure no beacons or tracers were on it.

[ObliviousKnight]

The Ghost Breath flew towards Borleais. Vroom.

[Moon Knight]

The Redawn of Vengeance dropped out of hyperspace a few lightyears from the ruins of the Carida system. He sent a comm to the Black Sun telling them that the system was deserted.

[ObliviousKnight]

The Ghost Breath flew through hyperspace.

[The Black Sun Armada]

1/3 of the Black Sun fleet flew through hyperspace, making several random stops as to not alow the Arach'tar to track them back to Black X-1.

[Silas]

Black X-1 burst out of hyperspace above Obroa-skai. Things were falling into place. Jacen took a shuttle and a few guards down to the surface of the planet renowned for their library of information. He got his coordinates to land and was escorted to the library of Obroa-skai.

 

The sight itself was amazing, but Jacen soon recovered and began his research, scanning through files one after another.

[Silas]

((Terribly sorry about the double post, but for the sake of getting this out of the way now...))

 

As the computer screen flashed up the information he had been looking for, Jacen was unable to stop a smile from creeping onto his face. A file was printed out with the plans that he needed to complete his project and Jacen made his way back to the shuttle. It took him back up to Black X-1 which immediately burst into hyperspace.

[Torin]

The Force was a gift and a curse all in one. It had betrayed him during his moment of greatest need leaving him scarred and deformed. Physically he was a shell of his former self. Once a proud Twi'lek, now more machine than man. His hand slid across his cold, hard, metallic forehead. Sitting in the dark depths of space Torin felt unsure. He wanted to rip his disfigurement from his body as if he were ridding himself of a virus that had been eating away at his heart for months.

 

Yet, in his reflection he saw his greatest strength. Did the Force really betray me? From destruction, death, and decay Torin had received a gift: Fear. He was now a physical manifestation of the Dark Side of the Force capable of wielding its power merely through his presence. He could rule the galaxy if he chose.

 

The same unanswerable, lingering question had plagued him for months. Did the Force really betray me? He knew the technical reasons for his loss of power: the bounty hunter had been carrying a Ysalamari. Torin had discovered their origins and understood the affect the creatures could have on his kind. However, that was no excuse. He was a Sith. How could such an insignificant slug have power over him?

 

Anger gripped his heart and fueled his thoughts. The raging fires of Oblivion's furnace consumed his mind and soul. He would not fall victim to the Force again. He would control it. It would become his.

 

Setting coordinates into his nav computer, Torin's ship disappeared into hyperspace.

[Torin]

The Force was a gift and a curse all in one. It had betrayed him during his moment of greatest need leaving him scarred and deformed. Physically he was a shell of his former self. Once a proud Twi'lek, now more machine than man. His hand slid across his cold, hard, metallic forehead. Sitting in the dark depths of space Torin felt unsure. He wanted to rip his disfigurement from his body as if he were ridding himself of a virus that had been eating away at his heart for months.

 

Yet, in his reflection he saw his greatest strength. Did the Force really betray me? From destruction, death, and decay Torin had received a gift: Fear. He was now a physical manifestation of the Dark Side of the Force capable of wielding its power merely through his presence. He could rule the galaxy if he chose.

 

The same unanswerable, lingering question had plagued him for months. Did the Force really betray me? He knew the technical reasons for his loss of power: the bounty hunter had been carrying a Ysalamari. Torin had discovered their origins and understood the affect the creatures could have on his kind. However, that was no excuse. He was a Sith. How could such an insignificant slug have power over him?

 

Anger gripped his heart and fueled his thoughts. The raging fires of Oblivion's furnace consumed his mind and soul. He would not fall victim to the Force again. He would control it. It will become mine.

 

Setting coordinates into his nav computer, Torin's ship disappeared into hyperspace.

[Slicer]

There had been a few unforseen issue that had held up his full departure from Gala space. However, at last he was on his way to at least check up on the hiccup.

 

---edited may 16th----

 

He had aquired a target. one he wasn't too sure about but never the less felt he must at least attempt at now or else his oppertunity could be lost. He set his ship tracking an easy to follow Ion trail as it went straight to its destination. While it had been some what old and disapated. only a few legalities had actually held him up or he would have jumped on this much sooner.

 

Finally underway however, he readied himself and some of hsi equipment, even loading some of the spray guns with the stuff he had gotten from nar shadda. He wasn't expecting the warmest of receptions.

[Ary the Grey]

To my understanding from chats with Dagon, your knowledge of Armiena (or anyone) going to/being at Yavin IV was nulled. After about 30 mins to an hour, an ion trail is completely untrackable, and as was discussed, unless you were practically there when OK took off, you wouldn't be able to track the char.

 

 

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Aryian's ship pulled out of hyperspace, made a few standard microjumps, and began to drift as he poured over his information. After a while, he turned on the comm, sending Armiena a short encrypted message.

 

 

And then...he waited.

[ObliviousKnight]

Armiena's reply was short and succinct. Though the words could have been considered scathing, his wife's tone made it perfectly clear that his presence was much desired.

 

"I'm on Yavin IV, you dork."

[Ary the Grey]

The grin foreshadowed his handling of his spacecraft, jetting off at unsafe speeds as soon as his new coordinates were punched in. The Blur, as well, seemed to be happy to rejoin it's sibling under calmer conditons, and responded expertly to his controls.

 

In what seemed like no time at all, the Master was at his destinaton.

[ObliviousKnight]

Over the distance of parsecs, approximately sixty battle droids had a perfectly coherent conversation. Their consensus took only a few minutes to reach, including their basic plans of battle.

 

Summarized, it was as follows.

 

Gromas. Cleanse, purge, kill.

 

After a few more minutes of coordination--they needed to reach the same location at the same time--they set out.

[Tiana Calthye]

Space. Space was familiar, space was cold, and space reminded her that she could breath. Tiana sighed at last--even if it was vacuum and everything outside her small fighter was nothing...

 

It reminded her she was alive still.

 

Leaving Kuat behind, her ship floated in space. She briefly commed Arclight.

 

<Did you have anywhere you wanted to go?>

 

Space was so big.

 

Kamino was always a good start... Kamino, Naboo--Hoth, heh, even that's technically a water world, if it was taken away from the sun...

 

She began to calculate coordinates for Coruscant, for Naboo, for Kamino, for Myrkr, for... Naboo, that was a nice place, a bit wartorn here and there now, but still not a bad place... close enough to the Rim that it usually wasn't so active...

 

She vaguely remembered something about a war there. Too many places with wars and she wasn't really a Jedi now, not so much... Brolieas, Manaan, those places weren't so safe for someone so...

 

Chaotic.

 

That's the one.

 

<I was considering Coruscant, because that's the center of the galaxy, more or less--good place to stop and pick things up if necessary, and good place to find information. Or Naboo. I don't know, where did you want to go? What were you planning, Archlight?>

[Arclight]

Arclight wasn't really fond of space. It always had a kind of emptiness that irked him to the level of being completely unsettling...

 

 

Arclight commed back as soon as he managed to find the button...

 

 

a few minutes went by and Arclight got to admire nothingness... If space was as wondrous as people said why did it just look like a bunch of little specks? Honestly he couldn't really see much from the small cockpit, but eh...