|A Restaurant at the End of the Universe (standard:science fiction, 3812 words)|
|Author: Nathaniel MIller||Added: Jul 10 2015||Views/Reads: 684/532||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Two local factions are warring in an area of the FED Space and to protect innocent blood must pull the station from the sector which it was established but not without peril as a new enemy keeps the EDC from the from doing just that.|
Restaurant at the end of the universe Nathaniel Miller The infinity that is space, a world filled with serene light, uncountable stars in the deep darkness and with dying and forming stars abounds with many life forms. Yes, space is alive. The entire universe, our galaxy, and even the many solar systems are filled with many such life forms. They are filled with many that love, aspire and fight in war, and there are others that are peace loving. Many forms of life are in the universe, and they live scattered throughout its cold vastness. But it is far beyond the galaxies of Andromeda, the Milky Way, or the brightest stars of Antares and Orion's belt that a last Star Port stands. It is known to rocket jocks as the 'Restaurant at the end of the universe', and it is the last known Federation outpost before the open stars of space expand outward beyond Federation Territory. The station here is really known as Space Stop number five is home to Guss' Galaxy Café in which services as a waypoint for incoming and outgoing Federation ships as they move in and out on their long voyages exploring deep space. The ship itself is about six city blocks long, as measured on Earth, and the length of a typical New York City Block on the New Earth of 2122 A.D. There is a runway on the spine of the ship, allowing ships of all sorts to dock, a fuel port at the far end of the ship near the head of the main ship and various utility buildings making up the main operations center of this center. Below decks, the ship is mostly commerce, hotel, repair basins, shipyards, and recreation centers for the ships that pass through this gateway. It is here at this station that the 45th recon wing is assigned, using this station as a base of operations. It is also home to the 109th Fighting Group that consist of nine Destroyer Class Starships, Missile Cruisers, and Mine Sweepers and Frigates that protects the base from hostile enemy when located near hostile space. The mine sweepers sweep the space ahead for mines to ensure the safe travel of the ongoing space lanes established into deep space. On board the flag ship the U.S.S. Swayback that Lead Cruiser in charge of the fighting group, Captain Texas Lonestar sits in his office, working behind his desk as they spend time moored in space dock. As he signed his name, he looked up as he sensed a presence in the doorway belonging to his Second in Command Commander Alan Burke. He is an older gentleman, in his late thirties, early forties, with dark black hair, regulation cut, clean shaven of a beard and mustache. He has a round face, a reddish chubbiness to him, being that he is an Irishman. His uniform was new and was immaculate, cleaned and pressed from the laundry no doubt from the service on the station. "A service that is quite excellent." Tex thought, and he held up his hand pausing for five more minutes before regarding his second in command. "Commander Burke." Tex said formally, "What can I do ya for?" "I was just checking if you need me, Captain. I was going go ashore for a half hour." He said, puffing on a pipe. "Sure, Commander." He said with his Texan drawl, and managed a smile and a pleasant nod, "Have fun. Do me a favor and bring me a broad when yawl, come back." "Aye, sir." Burke said and both men laughed. "Oh yes, the red head in a bottle, Captain? I am a can-do person for that." "That's the one." Texas said with revelation and nodded as he tapped the doorframe before departing. Commander Burke walked toward the nearest turbo-lift and he stepped in after the cab arrived, the doors whooshing as he entered. After a moment, the cab doors closed behind him and he felt the elevator drop rapidly five levels to the Engineering Section. When he stepped out he crossed he passage and to the other side to turn the corner. Standing in front of the open hatchway, He saluted a young Lieutenant on duty here with a Petty Officer, Third Class as a messenger. Click here to read the rest of this story (419 more lines)
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