Story
"The thunder,
Wing'd with red lightning
and impetuous rage,
Perhaps hath spent his shafts,
and ceases now
To bellow through the vast
and boundless deep.
~John Milton~
Sometimes he would take side trips, emerging on other worlds as temporal portals popped into being. He might get the chance to meet other life forms or see wonders of nature not found on Subeta. On other trips, he would emerge in another part of Subeta entirely but he might land a day or a year or even a hundred years in the past. Never the future. He's still hopeful that one of these days he'll be lucky enough to locate a wormhole with forward-thrust capabilities.
The Rift is his calling and its pathways are more numerous than the stars in the sky. He will never grow tired of exploring its vast network of starry highways.