Cryskube, a felam fighter pilot, was lost. She couldn’t believe it, her instruments were showing the correct corse. Her ears moved down to lay flat, she was frustrated. She was supposed to meet up with the unit right there. Right on the boarder of the Infinity Break.
The stars, nebulas, and planets shined brightly around her, it was beautiful. Too bad she was so busy to not see it. Cryskube wanted her instruments to tell her why the unit was not here.
She asked for this assignment to get away from her “husband” there was no divorce for the Felam, and marriage was so simple, he picked her, and told her she was married. It was an awful custome, made before technology. If a male felame could catch a female and say simple words they were married.
Cryskube was caught. She didn’t have to stick around, not completely. She forgot to tell her job she had just gotten hitched. If they had found out, she would have been forced into the domestic life. She was surprised her new husband had not told them.
So now her instruments showed she was at destination with nobody there. This was unreal. All she assumed was that her husband had told. While she was out in space. Her only alternative now was turn and go back to home planet.
A gleam came from the side of her eye beyond the window to her left. She felt her ship lurch to the side. A forgiegn voice in a the enemy’s language came into her cabin, “Your ship is in restricted space, you will be arrested.”
How the enemy didn’t know her ship was felam was funny to Cryskube. Because she should have been blown out of space. But she was to be arrested. Funny.