Entry 2
Almost forgot to log it earlier, but I’m currently stationed in the BostonIV system, designation generated by the ship itself. Not sure what “Boston” is supposed to mean. Could be something old, something lost, or just a random string the systems stitched together. Either way, it’s lost. Red, abandoned system. One star, five planets. I’ve already set foot on two of them.
Before I move further, it feels right to properly note the ship that brought me here. Lover, Please Stay.... Haven’t seen another like her since. There’s something distinct about the way she holds herself together. The structure is sleek, purposeful, but not aggressive. There’s a softness to the design that keeps it from feeling like a weapon. The hull carries a deep cobalt blue, broken up by sharp white plating, with bright yellow accents cutting along the nose and wing tips. It should look bold, and it does, but not in a loud way. More like quiet confidence.
The forward fuselage stretches out long and narrow, almost like a reaching hand. Up close, you can see the seams, small access panels, careful construction. Nothing wasted. The cockpit sits low, integrated into the body like a visor instead of a canopy. Flying her feels different because of that, less like sitting inside a machine, more like becoming part of it. She doesn’t feel predatory. If anything, she feels… hesitant. Like she’s always deciding whether to move or stay.
Her wings extend outward and tilt slightly upward, with vertical stabilizers rising from the rear like fins. The whole silhouette carries this strange balance, like it’s caught mid-motion, never fully committing. There are signs of wear across the panels, subtle but honest. This isn’t a showroom ship. She’s traveled. A lot. Maybe more than I ever will.
By classification, she’s a B-class. Doesn’t bother me. I’ve seen higher-class ships with less character. File size doesn’t tell you what data hides inside.
My freighter hangar is filled with rare finds collected over the years: ships that turned heads, ships that were worth the hunt. But I barely flew any of them. Lover, Please Stay... sat there for almost a year before I really gave her a chance. Been flying with her for the past three months now. Cleared two full systems before this one. She handles like she was meant to be out here: responsive, steady, almost… understanding.
Now it’s just the two of us again. New planet. No name yet. Surface still settling after the storm, readings fluctuating but within survivable range. The kind of place that doesn’t reveal itself all at once.
I’ll need to come up with a name for it. Feels wrong to leave it undefined.