Mid Sector 666—
Whoosh
A strangely shaped black vessel was slowly making its way through the depths of space with astonishing weakness, pushing forward at such a miserable pace that merely watching its movement was enough to make its age and deteriorated condition obvious.
The vessel was clearly something manufactured in an ancient, long-forgotten era, its entire structure appearing barely capable of continuing its journey at all. It could barely move, barely manage the simple task of carrying its passengers from point A to point B without breaking down somewhere along the way... but for those coming to this particular place, even obtaining transportation of this quality was about the best they could possibly hope for.
Inside the cockpit of that ancient vessel... Caesar stood silently with his arms folded across his chest, staring through the cracked window at the endless space ahead with an obviously irritated expression that had only grown worse as the journey continued.
