Ceremonial armour of a Time Warrior, sect unknown
Not many stayed the path, not even among the first. We searched for centuries, from Hercolubus to Reunion. Far from the reach of Federation the temptation was great to abandon the mission, to live the lives we had dreamed of as children. Many returned to Oum, operating the machinery of the Republic; some became aeonauts, others Phanariotes, taking up another hopeless cause.
Maybe one day, I’ll meet my friends who took the short road to the future again. But me? I never stopped looking, because I was there with Alan on the first day.