[A Spaceman's Story 03] • Outcast · A Spaceman's Story

I’m back!

After a few years, well, 223 years to be more precise, but hey, who’s counting? Anyways, after a little time away my old friends sent for me to clean up their latest mess. I guess saving the world and the human race once wasn’t enough.

Once again, the human politicians and their military were getting their panties in a bunch for whatever reason, and now a simple world war wasn’t enough. They were looking at a solar war involving not just Earth, but all the human colonies in Earth’s solar system. Throw in a little outside alien interference, and all of a sudden it became my problem. I was still their emissary, and it was time for me to get back to work.

It goes without saying, I wasn’t really happy about any of this. I was having fun, well most of the time, out in the unaligned worlds in our galaxy. Sure, there probably wasn’t a politician in the universe who wanted me in their neighborhood, and I’d made a few more enemies over the years. Some had even tried to kill me, but that never worked out well for them. Like I could be that lucky!

With my search for the ultimate cheeseburger not going so well, and after being asked ever so nicely, I agreed to come out of retirement and help my old friends out. I knew it was a mistake, but stupid mistakes are my specialty. But, as long as I was in the neighborhood, I figured I might as well fix a few of the things in the universe that were bugging me as well. I’d deal with the consequences later.