So, I wrote a story. Not long by far, but still a story.
And, it's a bit of history on my dear tech man, Eliot.
Eliot has never really been all that social. Sure, yeah, he’s okay being around people, working near them. Though, from a young age he’d been shut away from his own family, so can anyone really blame him for being a bit salty towards anyone else?
The stars hadn’t cast him away. They had let him in, let him call them home. He used to spend day and night studying star maps and how each and every one fit into the night sky, often staying up far past midnight to study the lights in the sky. He’d always adored them, just as much as he adores tech. Tech hadn’t shut him out either, it seemed to accept him too! Which was nice.
Motor was his best project. His proudest, an entire AI system, that will never go against him, built from scratch! He’d been so proud of it at the time- since, he had been working on it around college assignments.
He wasn’t fond of college, either. He hardly even made enough to keep himself within the programs.
But.. space. He’d heard of space teams, going far and wide in their ships. It amazed him- he wanted to be up there, close to the stars and away from most people. He wanted to go to space.
So he worked, and worked, and worked. Worked enough he fucked his sleep schedule, worked enough he could fall asleep in the middle of a lesson and get lightly scolded after the class.
But he wanted to go to space.
He wanted to be close to the one thing that he’d grown with, the one thing that didn’t call him damn near worthless every ten minutes. The stars didn’t talk, but they didn’t need to. He knew they welcomed him.
He didn’t ever think he’d actually.. achieve his goal. Make the dream a reality; and go to space. He never thought he would, he never thought he’d qualify! Apparently he’d done something, made something happen that the Skeld crew decided to let him aboard. As a technician, the one good thing he’d grown good at.
Fixing and making technology. Simple things to fixing circuits and coded chips, to fixing whole sections of ships. Apparently this crew’s ship was notorious for breaking itself, so Eliot grew good with fixing whatever he really needed to.
Incident One was.. Unexpected.
Nobody had expected such a thing- two.. Creatures.. from outside, somehow had gotten in. maybe when a smaller ship passed by to give the crew more supplies. Either way.. These things had murderous intent.
Within Eliot’s first year with the crew, they lost two people. A medic and the captain. They shouldn’t have lost anyone- things shouldn’t have gone wrong.
He had seen one of the deaths. The medic, since he’d been repairing a wiring panel within the medbay, while the medic worked on some project. He hadn’t seen what. The incident was quick- way too quick. A squeak of the vents, and when he turned to look at what happened, the crewmate he’d been lightly chatting with had no head, and there was all too much blood around.
He had been almost too quiet at the meeting that was called not too long after, namely because he hadn’t really seen what happened. It was.. Worrying, being in a crew with two murderous people.
Unfortunately, after losing the medic, they couldn’t do much for the captain when they were mauled, causing yet another death, and leaving the remaining five in ruins.
Whenever Eliot wasn’t working, he studied the stars from whatever views he could get. Books upon books filled with notes on the stars the crew was surrounded by, out in space. This was why Eliot had wanted to be in space at all, to be with the stars. To fly among them, as a thank you.
Four books, in the span of four years. Each page with neat cursive handwriting, a date, and maybe a doodle or two. One page had a large star sticker right in the middle, so he’d written a little “Roe, ##/##/##” by it, to show who had done it and when. As a memory.
He’d switched crews after a while, to a calmer crew where he could do his job and not worry about losing people he cared about. He didn’t want to even check in on the crew he left, even when they tried to reach him. It was okay, things were okay now. He could finally have peace, among the stars, far from earth and his shitty family and past ‘friends.’
And, a doodle. The page with the star.
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