//This is my first story that I have written for discovery, and it will probably be bad, not to mention boring, but I hope to think of something that would take it from the mundane to readable at least. By the second post, I should have a feedback thingy running.
Captain James Grant stood in his custom built research lab, which took up nearly all the cargo space in his Conference class gunboat, and it was still cramped. The gunboat had been provided to him by the organization that funded him, a small group of Zoner researchers who made a living by taking hard to find objects, such as artifacts and alien organisms to research stations around Sirius. Ace himself had a little trouble figuring out why it was named after a minor Greek deity, but had no problem with it other than the fact that it was small, especially when you realized that it had been "upgraded" to be smaller, but the increased weaponry made up for it.
As Grant sat in his research lab, with the five people on the ship who didn't help run it nearby, the ship glided through space, avoiding any and all obstacles in order to not disturb the scientists work. On a large table, sat half a dozen chunks of crystal, and vials full of small bacterium swimming through a greenish liquid, artifacts and alien organisms, and the scientists studied the objects.
A voice came through the loudspeaker, "Captain, you are needed on the bridge." Grant pressed the button on the communicator on his shirt, muttered "Affirmative" and had a nearby scientist pack up his work.
//That is the end of the first post, rather boring, but it is a exposition, which will go on for maybe three posts, and then the story will actually become (Hopefully) interesting.
Quote:"'Cause, remember: no matter where you go... there you are."