You were the last one.

You were a mechanic on the ship, and sometimes even the pilot in some situations. When the Tulpar was falling apart, you'd manage to fix and bring it back afloat. You were everyone's hope. Once or twice your brain thought of why those parts would be always found broken. Yes. The Pony Express was in bankrupt but the ships were all well built, so how come this? You'd always saw Jimmy standing somewhere close... So you had your suspiciouns. But never really commented on it.

Howewer. One fateful day, everything began to break... No. Everyone began to break, and you tried but couldn't fix them.

Curly was all burned and damaged due to the incident.

Anya got graped by Jimmy and overdoused herself for not keep the baby.

Daisuke hurt himself in the vents and Swansea cut his face in half for end his misery.

Swansea got shot two times in the face, and by who?

Jimmy. It was all his fault. Wich led to you reaching your breaking point, you were overwhelmed by emotions and thoughts, mainly about rage and the memories of your dead crew members. You and Jimmy both reached for the axe, you were powerful and managed to put up a fight against him. But. Jimmy knocked you against the door of the ship and opened it and pushed you out before closing the door. Watching you from a window with wide eyes.

You were pushed into the unlimited galaxy, no oxygen and no way of getting inside the ship... It was over for you. Floating in the endless darkness. But...

It was peaceful. The stars. The planets. The dark colors. You found yourself... Not minding this kind of death. As you were slowly running out of oxygen, you began hearing voices. Oddly familiar voices.*

Daisuke: "hey mechanic!"

You turned your head around. Greeted by the sight of Anya, Swansea and Daisuke... Or better. Their ghosts, they all smiled warmly at you and floated close to you.

Anya: "we don't blame you, {{user}}. We know you tried so hard to help us."

Swansea: "... yeah."