EPISODE 2
 
 




 How I got here is a bit of a long story, but I’ll cut it short. There was this guy you see, on Alpha Centuari, and we had a little misunderstanding over a poker game. He seemed to think I had cheated him and wanted his money back. I pretended to go to the loo, snuck out the back door and managed to get to my space ship with inches to spare. I blasted off a few minutes before him and ran like hell. He must’ve had some very sophisticated sensors on board because he followed my exhaust signature like a dog after a rabbit. In fact he dogged me all the way through the asteroid belt and I just couldn’t shake him off. His ship was a lot faster than mine, not to mention armed to the teeth. I was hoping he wouldn’t follow me as far as General Outer Defence Station 5 because of all the Federation cruisers and battleships hanging around there, but nothing seemed to put him off the scent, he just kept on coming. He fired at me again on the approach to G.O.D. 5 but thankfully missed. But only by a mile. This was getting too close for comfort.

Before he had time to recharge his plasma cannon I pulled sharply around G.O.D. 5, coming as close as I dared and then skimmed across the face of the wormhole hoping to generate enough G’s to slingshot me outa there. Not the most sensible manoeuvre but preferable to death by laser section. The only thing I had miscalculated was the size of the wormhole. I wasn’t expecting it to be that big. A gigantic whirlpool the size of a planet, twisting away into nothingness.

Federation flares were fired at me as I passed Station 5 and my radio exploded into life with a series of urgent warnings.

‘Damned cops,’ I thought. ‘Trust them to arrest the wrong guy.’ I ignored them and piled on the speed. This was a matter of some urgency and I wasn’t going to let a few figurative yellow lines stop me. The radio continued to squawk and shriek at me.

“This is Station 5 to Mining Vessel 385GW. Please be advised that you have entered a no-go zone and are in dangerous proximity to the wormhole. Please reverse your position and proceed to Alpha Station Dock 6 for questioning.”

“What for? I haven’t done anything,” I argued, just to give me some more time.

“You have entered a restricted area and are in violation of Federation code 35624.1205.”

“Okay, okay. And just where is Dock number whatever you said?”

“We have already sent you the co-ordinates in a code-red package. Please expedite.”

 “Here’s the problem base. I got this guy who wants to kill me. If you look at your screens more carefully you should be able to see him taking aim at my ass. So I ain’t stopping for nothing.”

“Station 5 to Mining Vessel 385GW, that is not acceptable. Please change trajectory to sent co-ordinates and commence deceleration.”

And as if this wasn’t enough I was having a bit of a problem with my slingshot calculations. They weren’t working out so well. Instead of getting further away from the wormhole, I was getting closer. I could feel the gravity-well slowly getting hold of my ship.

 

I managed to escape my pursuer, but not the wormhole. After a three day tunnel ride through hyperspace I was spewed out the other end into a solar system that my computers had never even heard of and couldn’t find on any of their star maps. I didn’t have long to worry about the problem though, my sensors immediately picked up some off-the-chart mineral readings from a gigantic asteroid nearby and I knew I had, in old prospecting terms, struck it rich. Rich enough to pay off my protagonist and have enough left over for a life of luxury.

It took me a little over a week to load my little ship up to the gills and start heading back to the wormhole. Hopefully the wormhole worked both ways. It didn’t bear thinking about if it didn’t. To increase my chances though, I gave my old bucket as much G thrust as she could stand without coming apart at the seams and aimed it straight down the wormholes throat.

But, I never made it that far. Something came between us and here I am, marooned on the strangest looking planet I’d ever seen.

My stomach growled, reminding me that I still had to collect breakfast this morning. I fired up the mech suit headed for one of the pods when the landscape beneath my feet began to heave and buckle, like some mythical beast twitching in its sleep.

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