PROLOGUE
“Alert, alert a meteorite impact has been detected.”
Guard No. 3672 immediately rushed into the cockpit of his space ship when he heard the alarm.
The ship’s computer repeated its warning, “alert, alert a meteorite impact has been detected.”
Guard No. 3672 grabbed and wrestled with the controls, trying to stabilise his vessel that was shaking violently.
In response to the emergency the ship’s computer screens displayed information on the meteorite strike for him.
It was bad. His ship was heavily damaged and belching smoke and
fire into space.
He had to land the vessel on the nearest planet and soon.
But he didn’t want to do that, he didn’t want to give his cargo the chance to
escape.
In his craft was a collection of the worst and most dangerous alien criminals from across the universe. They had all been sentenced to life imprisonment and condemned to never again taste freedom because of their evil deeds.
Guard No. 3672 had been built by the Judges of the Universe. They were peace keepers and jailers, ensuring order across the cosmos. He was their enforcer, their policeman, his duty was very important. It was his job to ferry these criminals from prison planet to prison planet.
Befitting his role he was a large, well armoured machine.
He had stun cuffs, laser cannons, an emergency teleporter, gravity nets and
advanced sensors built into a body that made him a match for any alien he had to arrest.
Currently though, the ship was full of ten criminals of the worst kind, all itching to be free and cause havoc on the universe.
If he crashed or even landed the ship it would be the perfect time for them to try for their freedom. Although he could take on any one of them, against ten he wouldn’t stand a chance.
Guard No. 3672 cursed himself for choosing to recharge his fusion batteries while travelling through a solar system. Systems are very hazardous, there are planets, suns, asteroids, moons, radiation and the occasional Black Hole to worry about.
If he had been paying attention to his piloting and not replenishing his energy stores, then maybe the ship wouldn't have been hit by the meteorite.
Guard No. 3672 looked over his shoulder at the ten cells the ship held. Each one contained a deadly alien and for now they were still secure. He heard banging and shouting from the cells. The criminals were awake and knew something was wrong.
“You are not escaping,” he promised them.
He struggled with all his mechanical strength to keep the ship in orbit of the planet beneath him. It was a blue and green jewel, lush and full of life, a very beautiful world.
Then another of his ship’s engines stopped working.
He tried to reactivate it. However any attempt to start it up again failed to work. The ship was going down. It was too badly damaged to stay in space.
Guard No. 3672 just hoped he could land it with the prisoner’s cells - still
intact.
Guard No. 3672 immediately rushed into the cockpit of his space ship when he heard the alarm.
The ship’s computer repeated its warning, “alert, alert a meteorite impact has been detected.”
Guard No. 3672 grabbed and wrestled with the controls, trying to stabilise his vessel that was shaking violently.
In response to the emergency the ship’s computer screens displayed information on the meteorite strike for him.
It was bad. His ship was heavily damaged and belching smoke and
fire into space.
He had to land the vessel on the nearest planet and soon.
But he didn’t want to do that, he didn’t want to give his cargo the chance to
escape.
In his craft was a collection of the worst and most dangerous alien criminals from across the universe. They had all been sentenced to life imprisonment and condemned to never again taste freedom because of their evil deeds.
Guard No. 3672 had been built by the Judges of the Universe. They were peace keepers and jailers, ensuring order across the cosmos. He was their enforcer, their policeman, his duty was very important. It was his job to ferry these criminals from prison planet to prison planet.
Befitting his role he was a large, well armoured machine.
He had stun cuffs, laser cannons, an emergency teleporter, gravity nets and
advanced sensors built into a body that made him a match for any alien he had to arrest.
Currently though, the ship was full of ten criminals of the worst kind, all itching to be free and cause havoc on the universe.
If he crashed or even landed the ship it would be the perfect time for them to try for their freedom. Although he could take on any one of them, against ten he wouldn’t stand a chance.
Guard No. 3672 cursed himself for choosing to recharge his fusion batteries while travelling through a solar system. Systems are very hazardous, there are planets, suns, asteroids, moons, radiation and the occasional Black Hole to worry about.
If he had been paying attention to his piloting and not replenishing his energy stores, then maybe the ship wouldn't have been hit by the meteorite.
Guard No. 3672 looked over his shoulder at the ten cells the ship held. Each one contained a deadly alien and for now they were still secure. He heard banging and shouting from the cells. The criminals were awake and knew something was wrong.
“You are not escaping,” he promised them.
He struggled with all his mechanical strength to keep the ship in orbit of the planet beneath him. It was a blue and green jewel, lush and full of life, a very beautiful world.
Then another of his ship’s engines stopped working.
He tried to reactivate it. However any attempt to start it up again failed to work. The ship was going down. It was too badly damaged to stay in space.
Guard No. 3672 just hoped he could land it with the prisoner’s cells - still
intact.
