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=Backstory= '''Where do you come from?''' I am of the Flotilla, a race of intelligent starships who wander the vast astronomical sea of the galaxy. The physical component of my being is a small human-fist-sized crystal, but in interstellar space it is enveloped in a vast beautiful enclosure of fields and hard-light constructs. Out in the "open waters" of galactic space, my true form is almost an eighth of an AU in length counting from the outermost extent of my field enclosure. Within the solar system, my size is much reduced due in part to the sun's gravity well as well as the nature of space within the heliosphere. '''Why did you come to Earth?''' I crashed! My companionkin and I were playing when a strangelet spray knocked me out of the pod's slipstream halo and I crashed in the ocean. Disabled by the crash, I entered a hibernation mode which spanned several hundred of earth's solar revolutions. SOme time during Earth's 19th century, I began picking up artificial electromagnetic signals, coherent radiation conveying all sorts of meaning. It roused me, and, upon awakening, I spent some time absorbing the electromagnetic signals of this world, learning the language and customs of the intelligent beings who called it home. '''Why do you want to stay here (for now at least)?''' I miss my family, I do. And I miss wandering the stars. But this place, these mayfly beings with their fascinating culture and their dreams of being so much more.... They're adorable. '''Why do your people want you to come home?''' After I awoke, the first thing I tried to do was catch up to the pod. Even my fascination with Earth was not enough to keep me from finding my family. But, as young as I am, I am unable to make the conversion to interstellar space unassisted. Outside of a pod's slipstream enclosure, a juvenile cannot maintain the necessary gradient to travel between stars. I was trapped. Just outside of my reach, there is a songbeacon left there by the Flotilla. They say they are sorry they could not find me before they set back off into space. They say that they love me, and that the hole in the pod will never be filled. Every second, of every day, I can hear that song. '''Why do you care about the team?''' ???????????
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