He didn’t remember if he’d been born on a planet. Didn’t remember if he’d been born on a ship, or even in a star - which honestly seemed plausible. It was just.. him. Him and space and whatever he passed near. Not that he tried to near them in the first place - quite frankly, he preferred going unnoticed - there were precious few organic creatures that called the stars their home, him being one of them.
Fewer still that he knew could close in on a star and skim along the white-hot plasma without dying. That could wrap themselves in the intense heat and come out unscathed. As such, he imagined that were the wrong creatures to find him, he might find himself grounded.
He didn’t have a particular goal in mind, in his travels. Just to keep going. He supposed ‘see new things’ was a sort of goal. Seeing new things was always interesting. Which was why, he reasoned, he’d been tailing a rather interesting-looking ship for the past while. The machine was huge, bigger than even he was. It dwarfed him in size, and he hadn’t seen a ship quite like it in... a very long time. He would follow it for a while longer, maybe commit it’s shape to memory before setting off. It had been a long time since he’d had company in the void of space - even if they didn’t know him there.
Provided they didn’t, in fact, know he was there.