Back up in my ship, digging through the refuse gained through mindless days of travel, I hear the chirping and buzzing sound of far off static. Though, after opening the door into the cockpit- heh- I realized it wasn't some weird alien bug stuck in the vents, but a com-message!
I know there are other star-stuck people out there, but I wasn't actually expecting to come across any of them. At least, not without doing anything myself.
The message was crackling and weak, and I am almost certain there are parts missing.
Fttz brr Hello? Anychhstz -ut there? This izzzt Captain Garry brrtz crrt Calling all human shbzzt Crrzz We are planninntnnz to start a colony. Any survivors rtttz bzz crrk -ere?
Humans! Well, when you think about it, of course. I wasn't the only person to escape Earth's end, but still. It's very fortunate. My first call from another advanced life-form, well, starship advanced, and it's a human. I'm so lucky!
I'm not sure where, exactly, the transmission came from, but I can try sending one of my own back in that direction. But what to say...
Bppt, bppt. Is this thing even on? Crap, maybe if I turn up the vol-oh! Ahem. This is Captain Tolly Oats of the good ship Ouroboros, responding to a Captain Garry. I am a survivor of the Earth's End, currently anchored down in the Alpha sector, currently setting up a base of operations. Life sustainable. Do you require assistance? Transmission End.
Well. That wasn't the most eloquent way to do a transmission, but what's sent, is sent. Locating other humans would be wonderful. A life alone is no life at all. But I need to be wary. Until I'm able to send out exact messages, instead of casting a wide net, I can't exactly trust that they will be safe. Anyone out there in the darkness of space could pick it up.