Moon, O Moon
Look upon me with thine light,
Rid me of my blight, the eternal Day.
Set me free
Stargazer-001 sang what she had retained of the old lullaby, broadcasting the short tune over a radio frequency she hadn't tried in a while. She laid on her back in a field of grass on a remote planet. Each blade of grass was a different pastel shade, some pink, others blue, a few greens and yellows here and there. It was soft to the touch, and flowed like seagrass in a gentle current, though the atmosphere was in no way liquid. Around her lay debris from a massive warship that had crashed, now overgrown with blue vines that sprouted large yellow flowers.
Today was what Stargazer-001 had dubbed as the Last Call, because it had been years since the crash, maybe decades. She hadn't counted, not in a long while. But today, she had decided, today was to be the last she would attempt to call for rescue. There had actually been *several* Last Calls, but for some unearthly reason Stargazer-001 just hadn't been ready to quit, and maybe today would just be another Last Call. Maybe tomorrow would come, and the next day, and the days following after that, until the next Last Call.
Stargazer lifted her arm, the palm of her hand facing the sky, forming an 'L' to measure the stars. It was an old trick she had learned from General Plexa, before the crash. At this point, she just did it to pass the time, measuring rough distances from star to star, planet to planet, all with just her hand.
The cyborg, watching the skies curiously while her hope swelled in her chest cavity for one last hurrah, opened her mouth to speak. She had settled on the same radio frequency she'd just sung to, but this time she would give a simple S.O.S call.
"Stargazer-001, of Imperial Earth Fleet 66, requesting for someone— anyone—" She began to stammer, her programming overriding her human instincts, "T-T-This is a f-f-f-formal request for as-s-sistance. Thi-i-is is Stargazer-001, Imp-p-p-perrrial Earth Fleet 66, Located On An Unkown Remote Planet in Arch Gamma Quadrant 4 of the O-O-O-Outer Rift. Co-ordinates Un-Un-Unknown—" Her voice glitched, and she fought for control, winning it back with a quick shake of her head, "Sorry— but please, if you're out there...I'm here. I'm waiting."
She waited for a very long minute, as if expecting a response. She so badly wanted one, though she was sure there wouldn't ever be one.
"There's no rush." She spoke the words quickly after the long and expected radio silence.
She planned to wait a while longer, for a response, just as she had for the other Last Calls.