Renault-3 often dreamt of unfamiliar stars. Of a ship he'd never seen, orange and white holographic displays showing a face and name he didn't remember. As an Exo, his memory was a jumbled mess, an amalgamation of three lifetimes of war, death, and friendship. His Ghost, Fusilier, often said he shouldn't dwell on his past: Everyone has their demons, and some were better left buried. Never the less, Renault-3 was not one to let sleeping dogs lie, so he searched, and he searched. Then, one day, he found it. A hulking Behemoth of a ship, locked away in a subterranean hangar in the Wilds of Old Canada. Paint faded but legible, the words Lakon Spaceways and Alliance Challenger greeted his optics in one of the most amazing sights he'd ever seen. Inert fuel cells and dead batteries were charged with Light, and ancient engines roared to life once again. Renault-3 returned to the City, his apparent madness proved right against all odds.
The ship had even Amanda Holliday and the Cryptarchs scratching their heads, and in honor of that, he dubbed it Paradox. When he broke orbit with it for the first time, Renault-3 discovered the stars as none had, save one, in centuries. The grumpy old Warlock who'd taught him to wield the void hadn't been heard from in nearly a year, Exiled for his actions, justified as they were. Another friend, a much younger Warlock, had disappeared nearly the same time. He missed Juno, and her often happy-go-lucky mannerisms. Maybe, out there among the stars, he'd find her. For the first time in nearly a millenia, humanity traveled beyond the reaches of Sol.
Written 06/25/21