Lt. Clark Calvin stared at the strange suns from the porthole. His rocket had come to these alien stars by some means he could not fathom. His crew, gone. He consulted the mechanical brain for signs of the familiar worlds of home. But he could locate none of them. No sign of Gilath, Astrad, Avernus or even desolate Halchiron. Calvin was not one to give, overmuch, credence to space legends but there were tales of phenomena that could whisk ships across space and perhaps, even time. Currents and eddy's that none had charted. Or at least none that had returned to tell the tale.
Giving up on the mechanical brain, he went to the visi-screen to see what lay beyond the walls of his ship. There against the curtain of stars was one star moving. A ship. Calvin, ever cautious, pushed buttons and pulled levers to divert energy to the ships ray cannons. He sought, and found the ear piece which would allow him to detect transmissions across the void, and placed it in his ear. In it he could hear naught but the strange, yet hypnotic, sounds of space. A cacaphony of pulsating sound amidst an ambient static. And within this there was an urgent and orderly aberation, a signal, of sentient orgin.
Calvin directed the rocket's sensing beams towards the star, and had confirmed for him that it was indeed a ship. A ship of strange design, for it bore no likeness to the ships of the Rocket Patrol or any other design in the Astro Republic. Nor did it bear any resemblence to those vessels from the surrounding kingdoms, either benevolent or hostile. The sense of isolation increased as he came closer to the unknown here in this alien space.
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