For a moment, it would be hard to read the ship at all, as it thought about what to say, and how.

"The name of my captain was Shandra Thundera. We were of System 380, a system that specializes in voidcraft design though not manufacture."

As she spoke, pictures of the captain displayed on the main screen; Shandra and their 'craft on various worlds, taking in the sights. The Captain was of moderate stature and tan skin, well-built, someone who exercised for enjoyment and didn't care who noticed.

They looked young, though not as young as Konoka herself.

"My captain had a small fortune at their disposal, and took great care in organizing my construction."

And, it seemed had had quite some affection for their 'craft, if certain ornaments Konoka now possessed were any indication.

"I... remember liking them. A great deal. But now they are gone."

The Star Gazer's mood came across as a deep, profound blue.

"I cannot even say just that I miss them - it was a disregard of safety that swept them away from me, and Captain Shandra was often brash - but all the same, I... I feel that I should. Do you understand?"

Part of it - part of her - thought that such didn't necessarily make sense, but such was emotion.