“Ky, what are the readings on the gyrometer?”
“It seems that we are stabilizing at 26 deltas per second.” replied Ky.
As the disc of Tatho fell behind the rocky horizon of Glopteris, it’s respective planet, the two pilots of the Manual Auto Shift Satellite 7 anxiously conversed. MASS seven, as the Leorsi called it before being massacred by the Gle’elegans. It had been only a few months since Sarcoma and Ky jacked the MASS 7 before any of the Gle’elegans could tow the ship back in.
“Twenty-six deltas? That’s going to create a force that can throw us extremely off of orbit! Mason, remove auto-logic functions; switch to manual. And Ky, I’m going to check the engine to make sure the gyroscope hasn’t jammed. You can man the controls.”
“Alright, Sarcoma,” Mason, the AI, and Ky simultaneously replied.

Ky felt the urgency and slid over to the main cockpit and buckled himself into his ergonomic seat. He jerked his hand over to the thirty square centimeter display and punched in a few codes to access the systems main stabilizing function. As he zoomed into the detailed diagram of the gyrating chrome plated sphere that kept the MASS 7 stable, he noticed that it flattened a bit every time it spun.
The ship had only around 200 square feet of living space. Almost everything folded into the flat gray walls. Those walls became extremely cold, due to the fact that only it stood between their compact cabin, and the stark, darkness of outer space. Ky had only now acknowledged the fact that they were floating in a tiny gray emergency
satellite, around a planet of hostile intruders. The maintenance crew of the ship wanted to paint the ship orange, but they were forced to make the exterior a toned down white; not ultra shiny, but not dark gray either. Shaped like the cockpit of an airplane, a large cubical area extended out of the back. The command center for the orbiter situated itself in the plane-like area, while the box became the “living” quarters, if you could live with the fact that you are the last of your race and that you have a task to defeat a group of vicious reptilians that have wiped out all of your kin. At first sight, anyone would say the room is completely empty. But the truth is that it is full of high-tech furniture. A table pops out of the ground at the push of a button, and out from under it, slides four stools; one for each side of the square counter. With the flip of a switch, two twin sized beds fold out of the opposite walls; perpendicular to the cockpit. There were also two fold out desks, at the head of each bed. Unfortunately the latter was practically the only part of the ship that you didn’t activate by pressing a button, turning a dial, tapping a screen, or flipping a switch.
Ky immediately realized that the system had overheating, the cause be 26 deltas per second, an immense number when it came to spacecraft stabilization. It meant that potential energy of the sphere seemed to increase, while the net spin of the craft reduced. If the amount of deltas per second passed a certain limit, then the gyroscopes potential energy could be released as any form of energy such as heat, just as in the current case. After double-checking his own observations, Ky radioed Sarcoma.
“Sarcoma, this is serious. I checked the stabilization diagram and the stabilization orb is melting.”
“It’s melting? Are you sure, 26 deltas is a lot, but-”
“Sarcoma, I’ve checked everything. You need to unscrew the gyrator and replace it with a new one.”
“Ok, if that’s the case, I think I saw a couple while coming down into the engine room.”
responded Sarcoma with his common British accent. A few rumbles sounded out from the lower floor.
“Ah, I’ve got it right here Ky. Now to get working in the system room.”
As Sarcoma navigated the labyrinth of pipes and strange mechanisms, he came to realize that once they fixed up the current mishap, they would still need to land and somehow retrieve a dark matter deposit. In the case of an emergency, their space-time warp drive could restart by using dark matter. If they were able to land, then it would be their first time touching the ground since they had fled the planet just some months ago. Sarcoma jerked back to reality as he strode right past the light-blue tinted container in which the gyroscope belonged. The pilot turned around embarrassedly and bounded over to the box. He swiftly scanned his badge and unlocked the container. Sarcoma flipped the switch on the back of the box and the gyroscope veered to a stop. He realized that if the stabilizing mechanism didn’t stay active for long enough, then the MASS 7 could spin off course. After thinking of this horrible scenario, he anxiously unscrewed the bolts and shoved in the new gyre. The pilot then shut the double doors of the box, and put all four screws back in place.
He then turned around and ran toward the exit hatch.
“Bloody hell! That hurt!” Sarcoma cried when his toe smashed straight into a pipe.
Extremely frustrated with himself, the exasperated astronaut cautiously hopped right to the ladder. After climbing it and jumping into the main cabin, the pilot headed straight to the cockpit. He wondered if Ky could have handled the job given. Instantaneously, he noticed something had gone wrong.
“Ky, where’s the computer?”
Ky sat in his chair and facing the glass windshield in front of him. Ironically, wind didn’t exist in space so they had just started calling it a vacuum shield.
The stationary lieutenant swiveled around in his cushioned chair almost immediately and nervously replied, “An extremely small object showed up on my radar. I thought it would be illogical to radio you, I mean I could barely see it. But it moved so fast toward us, and it ripped off the outer computer in a fraction of a second.”
“Can I see the radar history Ky? I think our radar application runs off of the computer right here.” Sarcoma gestured toward the metallic box in the far corner of the cabin.
“Sure thing.” The mans hands flew across the large screen clicking buttons and tapping on icons. Suddenly, a classic green radar popped into the screen. The only difference: that there existed no sweeping green line, and when you tapped on the dots, it told you their exact location, speed, size, general shape, and the direction they were going in. Ky touched a left-facing arrow 3 times and the screen showed the radar history from a few minutes ago. Sarcoma pressed the one dot on the screen. He looked at a gray image of the outline of the object. Right at that moment, the pilot knew what it was. Shaped similar to a pencil, but much larger in size... someone had launched a missile at them.

Chapter Two-


General Oncostatin briskly tromped in front of his lines of tall soldiers dressed in light orange body armor. He slowly but firmly gave orders to his men for the next district patrol.
“We will begin the district watch today at 14:30. We will join with the 42nd brigade at the outer area ditch. Troop dismissed.” He announced.
Oncostatins peers saw him as a person of multiple personalities. He acted as a restrainless fighter, but he had also adopted a baby many years back.
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Oncostatin drifted home as usual on his newest pair of ankle floaters, when he suddenly plowed straight into a young mans back. A crowd that had formed around a baby was pointing at the infant and making nasty comments about him. Why would anyone do that to a baby? But as he got closer, Oncos got his answer. The baby was a Leorsus. How had he ended up here? All Leorsi were native to the lands of the moon Tatho, not here on the planet of Glopteris. He decided that he would take the baby home and maybe the next day, he could take it to his office. All of his lab assistants would love a new test subject. They were studying why the minds of the Leorsus race weren’t as competitive as theirs. He picked up the child and ran from the scene. The exasperated eyes of the people in the crowd followed him running away with the baby, but Oncostatin didn't care, anything that would give him a pay raise was worth it.

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As the adoptive child grew up, he became extremely interested in Science. But the boy also kept up on the latest political happenings. Because of this, the child could fully understand the world around him, as he was able to apply the politics to his scientific work, and use his research to understand the politicians methods. Most of his capabilities though were because of the retroviruses he had received as a toddler. The retroviruses made large changes in his DNA, which in turn changed his brain-wiring quite a lot. The new genes from the virus also made him grow extremely fast, but have some deformations. Now instead of having ninety-two mane follicles, the Leorsi stripling had over three-hundred! Because of his extreme growth, Oncostatin named him “Sarcoma,” after a form of cancer that grew extremely quickly.