GHOST MEMORY LOG 1-2
ORIGIN POINT: UNKNOWN [>10000 LIGHT YEARS OUTSIDE SOLAR SYSTEM]
RETRIEVED [DATA CORRUPTED]
ENTRY FOLLOWS, GUARDIAN ATTENTION REQUESTED:
`"You're hurt."
The heavenly voice shocked me out of stasis. My visuals overloaded, a vivid mixture of wild greens, vibrant yellows and cerulean blues. My sensors focused; my surroundings becoming sharp and clear. The bright morning sun rose over the horizon, painting the landscape in beautiful swaths of golden light. In my immobile condition I could see only see the swaths grass surrounding, each individual blade unique and full of life. A blue flower poked out of the ground directly in front of my eye, partially obstructing my vision.
My mobility disabled to conserve energy, I was unable to react to the voice. I certainly wish I was able to; not because I wanted to flee, but because I desired to look towards the source of such a wonderful voice. The quiet and humble tones, the sincere sympathy resonating from within...I know of only one other who spoke with such serendipitous affection.
I attempted to communicate a simple greeting, only to be inhibited by the extensive damage to my outside shell. Whatever came out must've sounded like mindless mechanical garbling. In response to my pained attempt to respond, the quadrupedal creature approached further. Unable to move to face the unidentified organism, I simply lay helpless as she picked me up in two warm hoof-like appendages. As she rotated my wounded frame inquisitively, I was finally able to see the creature with my own eye.
The beautiful creature was unlike anything I have ever had the pleasure of witnessing. Most creatures with such vibrant colors are highly dangerous in some way. This one, however, was soft and visually astounding. Her overall bodily structure strongly resembled that of a small horse, despite their century-old status as extinct. Her furry coat was a warm buttery color, like the sun as it just peaks over the horizon. Her vivid mane was a soft pinkish color, much like that of a traveling cloud as the sun crosses the zenith of the horizon.
Her eyes...her powerful eyes. A bright blue, almost cerulean, just like mine.
"I've never seen anything like you before, poor thing."
Her humble tones resonated right down to my core. Why should this creature take such interest and genuine care in a cold, lifeless shell? What had I done to receive such affection?
She continued, her voice still incredibly soft yet impossibly powerful,
"I'm going to take you back to my tree, if that's okay. I'm not at all sure what you are, but I'll do whatever I can to help."
What could this being of Light possibly be thinking? What degree of innocence did she exhibit to trust that I was inherently good? If any other Guardian had found me, they would've simply recycled my Light back to the traveler by reviving me. Not so with this little quadruped.
To my utmost surprise, she unfurled wings, yes, a fully functional medium of flight for an organism never capable of it in our history, and began to hover a foot or two above the ground. Not even an insane Warlock could've imagined, much less successfully create, such an interesting and mythical organism.
With perfected elegance, she began to move southeast, gliding smoothly across the dewy fields of morning grass. Still perched on her outstretched hooves, I was able to get some semblance of my position.
The terrain resembles that of the Pre-Collapse Cosmodrone, with rolling green hills, dense forests, and naturally occurring bodies of fresh water. A young, yellow sun radiates the perfect amount of energy to allow for a vast number of terrestrial organisms to thrive, including various species of creatures incredibly similar to those found on Earth, such as ursus arctos, oryctolagus cuniculus, and odocoileus virginianus.
As I am sure you are already aware, such an abundance and concentration of life no longer exists on our planet, much less our solar system. Most importantly, my scanners have not intercepted any trace remains of the Darkness anywhere in the vicinity. If the City is somehow able to access this land, it could become the first permanent settlement outside the Cosmodrone in over a century.
` Anyway, I apologize for the tangent. Back to the log.
The unidentified organism and I continued southeast. All the while she continued to ask questions most likely intended as rhetorical, as I still am unable to communicate with my damaged translation matrix. Such questions included phrases directed to ensure my well being, such as inquiring what kind of sustenance I required to function or how to heal my gaping wounds. I am positive now that the creature does not know of the existence of Ghosts, and by extension, the City and all of its functions.
That must mean that she doesn't know of the Darkness, either. I hope that I can keep it that way. This world is far too innocent to witness the horrors we've seen, Guardian.
Interestingly enough, her rhetorical questions got me thinking: I require the Light of my Guardian to function. Without it, I should have shriveled into a crusty husk by now. What's keeping me going?
After some long minutes of moving, the creature gestured to a large structure in the distance, about one hundred feet away or so. My scanners zoomed in on the object in question, swiftly revealing that it was a large, lively tree largely resembling that of a deciduous oak.
"That's my house over the hill. A whole bunch of my furry friends live in there with me all the time. They love meeting new friends to play with, so I think you'll fit right in!"
Her sweet, joyful tones even made critically injured me a little more optimistic about whatever lay ahead.
A few more minutes and I found myself on the inside of the proud tree. The space inside was warm and welcoming, with many organisms of highly diverse and exotic typing freely roaming throughout the naturally decorated mini-ecosystem. Upon her return, the creatures appeared to be ecstatic to see the quadruped creature carrying me, quickly drawing close to greet her. She returned the affection two fold, greeting each individual creature with a heartfelt embrace. The organisms quickly noted my presence as well, looking upon my battered frame inquisitively. Holding me out in outstretched hooves to the assembled crowd of lizards, birds, and rabbits, she addressed to them,
"I'd like you all to meet...oh gosh, I suppose I don't know your name yet. I don't think you can tell me what it is, either."
My name? I guess I don't have a personal name, but we Ghosts are known by various informal titles beyond that superficial one. Once a passerby Exo even referred to me as a little light, derogatorily of course.
"I suppose I'll just have to give you one until you're well enough to tell me on your own."
She looked deeply into my eye in thought for a long moment. Then, she suddenly appeared to have a realization, saying,
"I'll call you Blue Sunrise, or Blue for short. You can call me Fluttershy. It's so very nice to meet you."
[ERROR, SYSTEM FAILURE...ERROR CODE _nul_]
[REBOOTING MAIN CONSCIOUS DRIVE.......]
[RETRIEVING ERROR REPORT...]
>>>Light drives compromised...
>>>Light over-flux detected...
>>>Engaging Light buffers.....
[CONSCIOUS DRIVE REBOOT...SUCCESSFUL]
[MEMORY STATUS...1.5% CORRUPTED]
[OPERATING POWER...95%]
[SHUTTING DOWN.....]
[ALERT]
[INCOMING TRANSMISSION:]
[COMMUNICATION INTERCEPTOR RELAYS: ONLINE]
[ENCRYPTION ORIGIN: VEX]
[DECODED MESSAGE FOLLOWS:]
warp drive test successful. ghost survives initial launch with minimal damage. begin transmitting units.