05DEC3025
So.
Jex is back.
I’d say “unfortunately,” but the way she came back was so absurd, I had to respect the hustle.
Survival Rule #37: If Someone Returns to Your Ship Mid-Atmo with a Homemade Jetpack, Don’t Ask Questions Until the Fire’s Out
I was docked at a low-orbit trade ring in the Krixa Expanse, trying to sell my last two “Continuum-Certified” patches and figure out if the station’s food was real or just nutrient paste with ambition.
And then I heard a thump.
Followed by a clang.
Followed by Echo saying:
“The eager signal returns. Unstably.”
I looked up at the Rat’s exterior camera just in time to see Jex
Strapped to a two-canister propulsion harness
Wearing a patched vest that said “I TOUCHED THE VOID”
And screaming “THIS TIME I’M READY!”
Before slamming into the airlock.
The Debrief
After hauling her inside and checking for broken limbs (only one), I got the full story:
She left the Rat and made it to a spacer commune.
No one believed her.
Then someone did.
That someone was selling “psychic insulation crystals” and “calibrated magnetic void readers.”
Jex bought a lot of gear.
Then she got banned for hosting a “Continuum worship circle” on the mess deck.
Then she stole the jetpack from a scrapyard engineer she may or may not have kissed for access codes.
Then she came back.
Why I Let Her Stay (Again)
Because she believed everything.
Every word.
Even the parts I haven’t said out loud.
And because the Rat didn’t eject her.
And Echo said:
“She burns better now.”
Which… okay.
Slightly ominous.
But also weirdly poetic.
She’s sleeping in the old duct crawl now.
Converted it into a shrine-slash-bunk.
She lit incense and tried to read a blessing over the engine room.
The Rat made the lights blink in Morse for “please stop.”
She thinks it’s a sign of approval.
Final Thought
This ship is a magnet for weird.
I’m a carrier of strange.
And now I’ve got an enthusiastic chaos goblin worshipping the hull and calling me “Void-Kissed.”
I’ve stopped trying to make sense of it.
I’m just rolling with it.
Scootch
Quote of the Day:
"Sometimes you don’t get to choose your crew. Sometimes they crash through the hull screaming prophecy and carrying snacks."