Personal record / Origins
About Virgil
The name on the suit was the easy part.
What I remember
I woke up on Delamar in a worn flight suit and rusted armor. The suit said Virgil. Given the state of my memory, it seemed rude to argue with it. My call sign was Starman back in Kastak. Sara later called me Lost Starman, and that’s the name that stuck.
The history records point to Kastak, on Virgil 1, and to Father’s work on Project FarStar. My journal describes a stranger beginning: a laboratory, inherited memories, and the uneasy business of deciding which ones were mine. I’ll leave both records here. I can’t make them any tidier by pretending the gaps aren’t there.
People I owe a great deal
Sara was the one who suggested I keep a journal. We met around the university where Father worked. Hansen and I met through training and went scouting near the asteroid fields together. He was usually the sensible one. Someone had to be.
The seizure of Father’s research and the Vanduul attack changed what came after. The records follow those events through the Odin 2 ambush and Genesis Station. Some parts are in my words; others come from people who saw what I couldn’t.
After the last record
The last chapter closes the account I set out to keep. I’m still traveling. If I knew exactly where I was going, I suppose the name would be a bit harder to justify.