Into the Dusk

Chapter 1

Deep within the recesses of dimensional "space", a ship floated. This ship was the Pentagoria. It was an old dimensional freighter - a D-Class - and had gone on the same route for nearly 37 chr.eggyears. It had taken the route in and out of the Capital Dimension with a monotonous determination

However, just this once, it was deviating.

This was because a survey was beginning. One into the dark recesses of the dimensions to see what was out there. What new life was out there. To (in the words of another sci-fi series) boldly go where no one had gone before.

However, all they had found so far was nothingness. Not even black. A splotch of white-and-grey squares - what most empty dimensions looked like. The captain of the ship was bored.

His name was Captain Pentagon. So named for the fact that he was a Pentagon. One of many lifeforms that lived on the very edge of the Known Dimensions, the Pentagons had been a part of the Capital Dimension - which the Pentagoria belonged to - for nearly 3700 chr.eggyears.

"It's a shame it's so empty in these areas" He said, while looking at the viewscreen which showed nothing for nearly 20 trillion lightcubeoids."I was hoping for more interesting things to report back to the Capital Government"

That was when the ship's pilot - a Hur'vachtin named Groth - swivelled around in uhr's chair. The Hur'vachtin were an insectoid race with five main genders - male, female, ancillary, proximary, and duologic. Groth was an ancillary.

Groth's three eyes focused on uhr's Captain. "Yeah. Do you think that we should head back soon?"

Pentagon wanted to go back to the "world" he knew best - Station 333%, a Capital Government station at the edge of Dimension 462. But he was feeling daring. "I say we go a little longer. Just in case"

Groth turned back into the chair uhr's bulk barely fit into. "Alright", uhr said.

That was when Pentagon's most trusted advisor spoke up - a Vending Machine Repair Man by the name of Greg 267. Greg 267, like the rest of the Conglomeration, was basically a sentient pumpkin. "Almost makes me wish something bad would happen just so we have something else to do"

Pentagon took this remark with humour, for he had already drunk five glasses of somewhat dubious Voxnic. "I know, right? But I'm sure that that wouldn't happen. Once we get back to the next parsec we'll turn back. How does that sound?"

"Sure", Greg 267 replied with

"Very well then"

And the ship went on. At least until something came up on the viewscreen.

Groth looked at it in surprise "Oh, we're getting something"

Pentagon turned to his pilot "Huh. Is that another ship?"

Groth punched out some commands onto the flight computer. "No clue, I'm flying closer to see what it is"

"Alright"

That was when a wave of nervousness hit Pentagon. "Does anyone feel weird? Or is that just me?" he said.

Greg 247 piped up with his opinion "Now that you mention it, the atmosphere here is a bit odd"

That was when the white-and-grey sky was torn open like someone cutting fabric with pinking shears.

Captain Pentagon "stood" up from his chair at this "Wait, is that a ripple in spacetime ahead? What is this?!"

Groth turned to the sensor screens - which showed that something was pulling the ship in."Uh oh. That doesn't look good!", uhr said.

Pentagon practically screamed out "Reverse the ship!". This led to Groth turning on the engines to try and turn the ship around.