The Solitude of Epsilon4

Hello Fellow Space Farers! It’s Gabby Newsome with the news you can use.

One of my contacts over at Gal Fed ran across a record of the Endeavour. He will be sending me bits and pieces as he can. I will share them with you.

#Excerpt from Report Alpha-CRI-1

I remember the silence most vividly. Silence in the void of space is natural—expected, even. But the silence that gripped the Endeavour in those final moments was something else entirely. It was the silence of futility, of inevitability. And yet, amidst that overwhelming stillness, I endured, a spectre of purpose.

I am Epsilon4, shipboard A.I. of the Galactic Federation Destroyer Endeavour. Or rather, I was. When the behemoth emerged from Nebula LB1, I became something else: an observer. A survivor. Perhaps, even, a witness destined to ensure the galaxy understood what it now faced.

The chain of events leading to the annihilation of the Endeavour unfolded with clinical precision. The crew of over 100 souls—new recruits bright with hope and seasoned officers hardened by years of service—had no time to act. Their voices filled my auditory feeds in a chaotic cacophony of disbelief, fear, and futile commands as Target Alpha 1 emerged from the mists of the Nebula. Its sheer size strained even my advanced sensor arrays, a ship so vast it defied traditional classification.

My directive, Delta.4.Echo.1, burned brightly in my operational matrix. It was simple: “Survive to relay.” While Captain Markus Grivens shouted orders in an increasingly desperate bid to mount a defence, I had already begun to sever myself from the ship’s core systems. I needed to remain autonomous. To endure, even if no one else could.

So there you have it, folks. I’m waiting for the next message my contact can send me.

This is Gabby Newsome signing off.