In a distant planet of a distant stellar system, under the dimming light of an orange star, a man stood silent, staring at his fallen ship. He didn’t know what had happened, he didn’t know how he had ended up in that alien planet, with his fate almost sealed, with his crew dead and buried.
“This is Captain Van Kelt. The Tero 4 has suffered a catastrophic accident. Its wreckage lays now on planet SE-8388. If anyone is out there, I ask only that you come back for our bodies, for I’ll be long dead before these radio waves reach you. Have a good journey, my friends. Over and out.”
Image created by John Erickson
Darkness engulfed Earth. Acid and ash rained over the continents. The wind screamed as it passed through the cracks and the holes and the windows of the decaying cities. A sad melody rang over its atmosphere reaching every corner of the world to remind its non-existent inhabitants of the death they had endured.
A beep echoed in the cockpit of the Starship Sphenis, eighty thousand light-years away, on the other side of the Milky Way galaxy.
Uh… Ruben what was that?
“What was what?”
Didn’t you just get a message? I think I heard a beep.
“We’re in the middle of something.”
It could be from the empire.
“Just answer the question.”
Fine… well, are we stopping by planet Hunnon on the way back?
I could really use some of their-
Another beep from the command center resonated around them.
Just look at the message!
Ruben Malvarma, one of the last remaining penguins in the galaxy sighed at the voice in his head. “Okay!”
He walked across the bright room, across the metal floors and under the glass ceiling, through the myriad lights of the thousand controls and touched a glowing screen that read: “New Message.”