Days led to weeks, flowed into months. He’d been on the run for so long now, who could say?
After the attack, he’d fled with the closest starship he could steal. It was an old, basic model, the sort of slow defenseless explorer craft flown between homeworlds. He was out in the frost frontiers of the universe, but found he was able to make his way to relative safety at least.
Then he was lost yet again, with no idea how to get back. He’d figured out the pulse engines, then managed to refuel the hyperdrive and in the blink of an eye he’d found himself in an entirely new star system. Here he made his way from planet to planet, searching for civilization, but finding none.
Eventually he moved on to another solar system, and here there was a somewhat mysterious space station. There were spaceships of all sizes coming and going, and he found it no problem to find a landing pad. Once inside, he found the station crewed by members of a race he’d never seen- humanoid, but maybe eight feet tall, with massive chins and necks and a face that was somehow reptilian and bovine at the same time. They were friendly, more or less, but he could only hazard a guess at a word or two and soon decided it was better to keep to himself, to avoid any dangerous communication mishaps.
Leaving here, he kept making his way from planet to planet. Eventually he realized the spaceship had some useful items on board and had tools to produce some even more useful equipment. On one planet, he crafted a simple shelter with a generator, lights, secure storage area, and even a teleporter. Within weeks, maybe a couple of months, he had several small outposts and a network of teleporters spread throughout a handful of solar systems- he was getting back into the rhythms of intergalactic travel.
