She, and all her passengers, spent two months traveling across the featureless plains of nothingness, as the final hope for all mankind.
But before her fusion plants run out of fuel, a new hope is spotted: An exit.
Now, she escapes- and nothing, not herself, not the citizens of the world she's escaping to, knows exactly what's coming.

Would you believe it if I told you this story was inspired by the realization that one of my other stories made the feature box?
Tags may be updated as the story progresses.

... Hiatus because I have no clue where the plot should go, or if I should just finish it off as a one-shot instead.