Space Ghosts
The Never Ending Quest - Episode 20702
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So, my personal debate being resolved and having set the coordinates to
the source the distress beacon provided, I took
some time to relax. Now, relaxing is a dangerous thing to do way out here
in the endless void, but after all I'd been through lately, I was willing
to take the chance! My personal quarters are cramped and modest, the price one pays for extra cargo space and improved engines. This freighter may look like a rusty old hunk of messy circuitry and ancient space-junk but it's what's inside that counts! I've taken on ships from all over this quadrant! You know those Imperial BattleCruisers that the Space Authority is so found of using?-And I mean the real ones, not those second rate provincial Haution rip-offs that can barely push the light barrier!-I've taken them on numerous times, and I've never been caught! No, not once! It may make me a little cocky, but you have to be headstrong out here! Anyway, I hardly had time to close my eyes when another message came in! I cursed as I stumbled out of bed and hit a button on the control panel on the adjacent wall. A display screen flashed into view, the image on the screen was fuzzy and full of static at first...One good whack to the wall on the right side of the screen and the image came in crystal clear...alright...I know what you're thinking...so the technology may be old! I don't need that fancy stuff! This ship has raw GUTS! It has good old-fashioned power! ...Well, my attention turned to the display screen. "What the-!?" I took a step back, stumbling back onto my bed and whacking my head on the wall. I scrambled back to my feet and rubbed my eyes, trying to make sure what I was seeing on the screen wasn't an illusion! It was one of my recently deceased friends, Glen Greenstar! He'd been dead for over 6 months!! He was a cocky fighter pilot (a member of a Space Authority opposition group near Weston IX), kind of like myself, who was always looking for a dogfight. Live by the sword, die by the sword. Damn Imps finally got him! That's what we call those imperialist pigs in the Space Authority! Another victim of the senseless violence those bastards stir up throughout this quadrant of the known galaxy! That's why I've never flown a fighter, and never will. Well, that's what I thought at the time, at least.Glen began to speak. "Fred, if you receive this message then I'll be thanking my lucky stars! This transmission is a longshot, but if I know you, you'll be somewhere around Ragan IV engaged in some criminal activity or other! I'm betting my life you will be and if I'm wrong then I'm a goner, old buddy! Now listen up; I'm not dead! I'm being held prisoner on...FZzzZZZPHHhhHH!!! "DAMMIT!" I whacked the screen several more times but to no avail, the transmission finally faded. This time it wasn't the ship's fault, something had interrupted the transmission. There's a slim chance that I'd be able to unscramble it later but that would take time. So Glen was alive and needed help! I had to put that out of my mind for the time being. I had to get this shipment of whiskey to Weston II, and my morals required that I at least stop and check out the distress call. After all, I had been in a similar situation not too long ago!A few hours later....
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10/11/2002 9:31:11 PM
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