Your species has finally cracked interstellar flight. The galaxy — every star, every world — is open to you, Captain.
You drop out of warp and the noise of the galaxy falls away. A voice — old, amused, impossibly calm — fills your ship:
“Took you long enough. Most species give up around the third fuel stop. Here — a little something for the trip home.”
You receive the Staff of Life and +42,000 credits. The galaxy is still out there, Captain. Keep flying.