I fear I may have lost a friend I hold in high regard. It has been several months since my colleagues and I have heard from him, and this after reports of serious concerns for his health.
Today, I began arrangements to ignite his cyno, either to lead him home or shine in his memory.
" I must go out to the stars again, to the vagrant miner life,
To the rat’s way and the moon’s way where the warp’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over."
Rest in Peace, Ash.