Space Engineer over Equestria

In the depths of space again, there was no life, or anything to support it... Again, seriously, something like space doesn't up and change its affect on the universe like that in a week.

　　Anyway, in space was an ugly little gray thing floating with a purpose at a speed that left light behind like the ex-boyfriend that you caught cheating on you with another ex-boyfriend of yours.

　　 In this ugly little gray thing called a space ship was a man in an intimidating suit of armor, perfectly preserved in his personal cryo tube as techno blasted through the interior of the ship. That is until the space ship called the Pinya sensed that it was within normal travel distance of its destination and started the automated thawing process that freed the frozen man known as Kamachakta, Kam for short.
　　
　　As Kam woke he groaned and wished he hadn't put a particular song about not knowing a song in his playlist and couldn’t help but hum it as it was stuck in his head from repressed memories returning.
　　
　　As he stumbled around his ship like a zombie, humming a song and holding his helmet in his hands like it would help, he eventually made it around to his super comfy driving chair and took a look at the display.
　　
　　What he saw confused him to no end, after all, in all his years of traveling the inhospitable void had he ever seen a giant wall of white. Taking his helmet off after checking that he had air, checking that the frontal cameras were in fact not malfunctioning, and rubbing his eyes for good measure as he continued to hum that damn song, he concluded that he was, in fact, barreling straight at a giant wall of white in the middle if space.
　　
　　Had he not been half asleep for most of the trip towards the wall he may have had time to stop before he hit it. As it was, he barely had enough time to strap himself into his chair, and stop the music just as it started playing the song in his head again.
　　
　　Right as he hit the pause button, he hit the wall, and everything went black as he lost consciousness once more.

Jason awoke as he always did from sleep, cryo or otherwise, that is to say groggy and mostly unaware of what was around him. That did not, however, make him oblivious to what the screen in front of the cockpit was saying, the usually black backdrop of space wasn’t black, it was white. With all the grace you would expect of a half asleep astronaut, he began fumbling to bring the ship to a halt, but waste haulers weren’t made for speed, only redundancy and cargo space, so even though Jason had the thing in full reverse it would take him a half an hour to stop the ship, but he only had maybe a half a minute before he hit the white. That being said, he did what most sane pilot would do, and bolted himself to the inside of the cryo tube and prepared a distress beacon of his own should his ship be destroyed by whatever lay in front of him.

Jason sincerely doubted Victor would ever let him live this one down.

The ship smiled as its sensors awoke it, feeling glad to have rested if only to continue trying to dream.

And then the ship stopped in its mental tracks, and gaped as a giant wall of what the sensors called nothing, yet something, approached at light speed.

The ship struggled to force itself below light speed, to try and stop. It was successful in the first, but the second eluded it, and the AI felt a strange pain as it slammed through the white wall.

The ship barely had time to turn on all of the automatic stopping systems before it had to reboot under the system shock.

Fade grunted as the patrol craft underwent some post FTL turbulence. He hated using such a small craft, but he hadn't had much of a choice. This was the only one his mercenary group could spare after that disaster at the hijacked repair yards. They had lent it to him on the condition that he report in one week later.

He was almost there, just a half hour away now.

"Huh?" There was something in the distance ahead, something... large! Fade felt his gut drop as flashbacks of the cult's freakish design sensibilities flashed through his head while he desperately tried to stop the ship.

Too little, too late. Even the nimble patrol craft refused to stop that quickly, and he'd need all his thrusters if he survived the impact.

"Fuck" and everything went black.