[[ semi-plotted starter for @adriftxshifter
Ember was hungry. He had been hungry for years. Centuries, if one counted the hibernation he had been in while travelling to this new galaxy. He had one last meal, carefully stored in the dart’s memory, ready to rematerialize when he needed, but he needed to be careful. He knew, based on legend and history and faith that there were humans here. However, he had yet to see any and he didn’t know when he would. Or if he would. They had, afterall, only reached the very edges of the galaxy when the illness had spread far enough through the ship that he had been awoken. Even with his entire staff awoken as well, Ember had been unable to heal the damage, and his attempts to do so had turned a serious long-term problem into something urgent and catastrophic. He estimated a dozen darts and a handlful of escape pods had made it out of the blast, but they’d been thrown in different directions, and he wasn’t a skilled enough pilot to effectively search for them--only to move in the direction he had originally charted and hope.
Encountering an entirely unfamiliar ship while in such a position was... worrying. Recieving a communication attempt rather than weapons fire was somewhat reassuring.
Hesitant, with no idea what he was dealing with, he answered, “I have recieved your message, but I am unable to understand. My translation matrix requires more data. Please, repeat.”
