Final Frontier / BEYONDTIME

Who will remember you? Will it be those who stood by your sides throughout every adventure? Perhaps it’ll be those who never indicated a desire to know you. Maybe, just maybe it’ll be those who you leave behind, the ones that grow and age long after you’re gone. It is these people who are our reason for doing what we do—exploring the regions known and unknown, looking at the smallest aspects of the worlds we encounter, and finding joy in those menial parts. To feel the winds, blow through our metal sails, the oceans crackle under our shielded hulls, the skies kneeling to our Ion Powered masts.

The Final Frontier, words spoken at the beginning of stories told time and time again. Of heroes who were cultivated and grown, never chosen. Individuals similar to us as well as to you, or so we believe for you appear to have a similar sparkle to that which sits at the edge of our eyes. To see that which is given to us by the cosmos and wish for more than to look on and dream simply. Wanting to push off of these soil-laid shores and reach out to those airless skies. This reason, this feeling of a spectral urning is why the Final Frontier was created. To allow those who wished to live peacefully with the worlds upon which we walk. Not to merely see them as they were, a blur to be forgotten outside of a spacecraft’s window.

So, we explore, and we discover that which is unknown to us, to better understand it. Sometimes we may make newfound friends along the way, ones we wish to protect. Thus, Security became our secondary goal. Not in an attempt to police others, or to bend the universe at large to our will. But to simply see those we care for live in bliss as we do. Our stories are forever ongoing, and we highly doubt that our quill will run out of ink any time soon. Welcome…to The Final Frontier…