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Land's End, England
3rd March 2542
0800hrs EST
He knew the journey was ending, but he still didn't want to accept it. That was the problem with living this long - you get used to the idea of living forever. So you put off all manner of things, until one day you realise that you aren't going to live forever. And there are so many things left to do.
Of course, it wasn't even old age claiming him. Too many battles, too many wounds. His body had decided enough was enough. Time to go. And he knew that he would live on even when this body died. But still....he didn't want to accept it.
"There's too much to do. I'm not ready, dammit. I'm not ready!"
The sea breeze battered him, making him shield his eyes from the spray. He turned, retreating to the shuttlecraft that he'd parked a little way back from the cliff. Back to the warmth of a spaceship's cabin.
He clambered into the cockpit, every bit of his body protesting as he wriggled into the seat. When he'd built this ship he'd been in much better shape. Time had been pretty kind to her though - she'd only needed rebuilding twice, unlike her pilot. He remembered building her, with his friends. Those were fun times. Times full of friendship, and love. Despite the battles that had raged back then, and were still raging now, he'd enjoyed that period in his life. But time had claimed his friends, had claimed her, and now he had no-one. And yet....he still wasn't ready to move on.
He launched the shuttlecraft, heading back up into the blackness of space. The ship was waiting for him there, still as beautiful as the day he'd first clapped eyes on her. Time had been kind to her as well. He'd been able to use his influence to keep her flying, and both ship and master had settled into their twilight years - training up kids to become the next generation of space heroes. It was a huge honour to fly with him, apparently. He never had quite understood that. Sure, he'd saved the galaxy more times than he cared to remember. But so what? Other men had done the same, and they were all but forgotten. So why was he special? Why was the ship special?
"Shuttlecraft Spitfire, come in please."
"This is Spitfire."
"Sir, the computer has just flagged up something on our LRS. A strange energy pattern. It lists it as something called 'The Gateway'."
His breath caught in his throat. The Gateway. The Gateway to the Nexus, to the next life. A way back to his friends and his wife. But a way that meant death for his body.
"Speed up the landing procedure. Lay in a course for the source of the readings. Maximum transwarp once I'm aboard."
Admiral James Smith sat back in the seat as the computer took over the landing, his eyes squeezed shut. The Nexus. Maybe it was time, after all. Maybe this was the sign that it was time to go home. He opened his eyes in time to see the hull of his ship slide by, her name proudly illuminated for all in space to see.
Tigermoth.
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Thinking of expanding it into a full story at some point. Will be a long time off yet though, given that I have ROTA on the go right now. Reckon I should go for a story that far into the future?