Zeberon
WAHN-WAHN-WAHN!
The sound of the alarm blasted Zebulon Omega right out of his sleeping pod where he’d been happily dreaming about a lovely lady from the planet Y’Ticmis. Y’tics were known the galaxy over as talented musicians, singers and artists due mainly to their four arms and long graceful fingers. In his dream the green-skinned Y’tician was showing him the other talents she possessed with her lovely hands.
WAHN-WAHN-WAHN!
The sound filled the small sleeping chamber in his ship nearly bursting his eardrums with it’s discordant wail.
“Computer, silence alarm and explain the emergency,” Zeb called out as loudly as he could while grabbing his spare uniform that he’d casually dropped on the floor next to his pod. No need to be tidy on this ship. This was a solo mission, so there was no one who’d complain.
As abruptly as the alarm had sounded jarring him from his four-armed bliss, it stopped. Zeb tapped the closure on the shoulder of his suit and felt it seal around him.
“Computer?”
“Emergency landing, sir. Collision imminent.”
What the frak? Zeb, ran from his chamber calling out for specifics as he went. “How is this possible?” he asked the AI. “This is a science vessel. It is mostly automated. Our course was carefully plotted and set before we left Xisam Prime. What happened?”
“We encountered an asteroid field, sir. A stray asteroid collided with the ship causing damage to our tertiary thrusters and the melliod stabilizers.”
“How in all Hels did we run into an asteroid field when our course was set in advance to avoid such dangers?”
“We are off course, sir.”
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