A meeting. Of two metallic objects called Starships. Never met before and possibly never again. One was lightly coloured with blue tips and specks of colours, seeming a deliberate contrast the other was as dark as night shedding no light. They were trading, one for money the other for important parts to assist the journey home, which was a long way away. Slowly the two ships broke away and turned away each the mirror of the other, separate directions, separate lives that is all. Voyager kept moving onwards until it left in a flash of light, but the journey had just begun…
