A WOKE to the quiet bleeping of the life monitor computers attached to my body. Either that was the one hell of a party or a huge asteroid belt. No bottles, must have been the asteroids. The headache subsided and I could remember abandoing ship in the emergency escape vessel. Could even remember pulling back into the Earth's orbit. Getting up and yanking the inbes and probes from my skin, an electronic voice announced that there was a state of emergency.
Gone was the sweet view of the Earth, to be replaced by a mass of 20 huge green Federation ships of the Regal Fleet. An SOS message bellowed through the corridors from the commander of the flagship, the biological survey ship, B.S.S. Jane Seymour. The commander began to tell of the plight of the fleet, how all 20 craft had been smothered with radiation from a Wolf-
Apparently the ship's alive with alien creatures that have escaped from quarantine and are dangerous. The message was dated 8th July 2190, it's now 6th October 2195, and the Commander said that there was only enough power to sustain life for just 15 months.
After a conversation with the on-board computer I had no choice but to board the Jane Seymour and to risk my life to return to Earth. My own ship had not enough fuel to reach home and the only ship in this looming fleet that did was the last one. Unfortunately, because Federation bureaucracy is so stupid, boarding each ship is only possible in strict hierarchical order.
Apparently there are also a goodly amount of crew left on these ships but due to the level of radiation and lack of power for the life support, mutation forms are about 95 percent over the odds.
And so my quest was laid before me. I had to board each ship in turn to get home. The ships are malfunctioning and I also have to return each to at least 80 percent working order so that I may board the next.
The B.S.S. Jane Seymour is a clean ship. All corridors and paneling is very clean and sparkling, but there are a good few items littering the desks, many of which prove to be very useful. Strange though, I can't seem to turn around much and my movement is limited to straight ahead, back, left, and right using some kind of side-
What the heck? Ugh! It just kissed me, huge, horrible red lips! Oh, I feel dizzy. Better use that medical syringe to heal my wounds after I've burnt the thing with this flame thrower. Right now, where's that energy flux decoupler and inhibit lock to get this ship moving?
Must be quick now and find a suit, the life support systems are failing fast. Oh, a robot wonder if it works? Great, fully functional, right carry this and come with me.
You have been reading an extract from travel log, Chapter 354 on board the B.S.S. Jane Seymour. It took a good few hours to get this beast working but once I had got the hand of the controls and knew what I was up to, it became much easier. One thing's certain, it's a whole lot better than Federation of Free Traders.