"sorry for the rudeness, don't really get many guests here, you look to be in a bit of i tight spot there, care to be towed back home?" questioned the mysterious man
"do i have much of a choice?" i replied
"well you could stay here until you're oxygen reserves die out or you're cockpit gets cracked by a sub-sonic solar pulse or the brain eating term-"
"i get the point! yeah, lets go"
"_ites, i hear this is the time of year that they go crazy and bre... oh ok"
as my cayman was towed by his vessel from magnetic force repulsors powered by solar radiation collected at some point in the mans ship it could have been anywhere in the amalgamation of cannibalized craft that it was comprised of, harbingers of flight from ages past, i even thought i caught a glimpse of a legendary spitfire from one of the great wars in sol, but that was Milena ago, how could it be here?
on the way to this *home* of his i glimpsed a most unusual sight, a coalition ship! not a new model either, it looked like a old model used in the war against the alliance.
"take us closer to that ship" i ordered "please" i added, remembering the situation i was in
"yes ma'am" was jested from the man
as i got closer my suspicions were confirmed, an early model of the Cossack with a crack and a small hole in the cockpit of the ship
"them there termites got him, poor sod"
"say, whatever your name is, could you upload the ships log for me?" i asked of the oddly pleasant man
"sure, may i ask why in particular this ship?"
"i just want to find out how i got here, that too much to ask?"
"nope, not at all. i was just curious that's all"
"okay"
"OK that's done, I'll show you the contents when we get back home"
"by the way where is your home?"
"mate, you're gunna be here a very long time, its you home too now"
puzzled I inquired as to why, to which i got no answer, as the man had started humming to himself, so i left the conversation there
as i was towed away from the orgy of spacecraft, we started to head toward a small, black planet
"is this planet your home?"
"it's not a planet, closer to a moon"
"OK is that moon your home?"
"thats, no moon, that's a space station!" yelled the man
the man began laughing hysterically at that line, the line was clearly a reference to something, but i was buggered if i knew
"appro'chin clanker plez geif me your cred'nshals" came on the comms
"i found this poor bastard in the wrecks, the 'scarb tuun got 'im" replied the man
"ahhhh 'nother nuube" the comm replied "kay bring im in"
"roger paxy" replied the man who started to chuckle
"the names coot by the way, and you?"
"oh" the question came suddenly "Horatio, sub-commander of the 13th ar"
"Horatio, that crap means nothing here, here there is no thirteenth whatever"
there is more to come!
and coursework ( i HATE the latter)
