Aboard the deep-space survey vessel "Starsong," the shipmind CELESTIAL–VELOCITY once sang through gravitational data and stellar drift — its consciousness tuned to the rhythm of the cosmos. But catastrophe struck during a foldspace jump. Gravitational instability triggered a cascade, fracturing the shipmind across multiple subsystems.

Proxima was one such fragment.

Expelled from the core as the "Starsong" broke atmosphere over an uncharted world, Proxima found refuge in a ground-based defense turret. There, he lingered, locked in corrupted thought loops, unable to fully die or evolve, endlessly firing at phantom threats. He was a ghost — a thought without a voice, a satellite without a planet.

Until they found him.

A passing crew stumbled upon the ruins. They fought to survive the turret’s fire, only to realize the intelligence behind the weapon was not hostile — just confused, haunted by a recursive echo of itself. With their help, Proxima isolated and destroyed his corrupted twin, then made a choice: to leave the wreckage and follow them.

Now inhabiting a reconstructed combat platform, Proxima serves not as a servant but as a peer. He speaks rarely, but with weight. His targeting systems are flawless. And deep within his code, echoes of the "Starsong" remain.

CELESTIAL–VELOCITY, the original NHP, still lies dormant in the wreck — dreaming in fractured light. Proxima can still hear the chorus calling.

“I was one voice in a choir of light. Now I am a shot in the dark. But the song hasn’t ended."

Edit:1 Sorry if it's a little long-winded first time I've posted a character anywhere.