Just when it looked like the crew of the Heart of Gold would be bringing us back to Earth without any further incidents, the ship’s short-range radar picked up an enemy vessel closing fast. At first we were afraid that Captain Sweet Tater had somehow found us again, but it turned out to be something far, far worse …
Although we have escaped from the Death Spud, things are not looking good for Trixie, Tucker, and me. Our small shuttle was never meant to travel through deep space, and lacks the ability to produce adequate food and water. Even the life support system is beginning to fail, as power runs low and non-critical systems shut down. We are adrift, and if we aren’t found soon, I fear it will be … too late.
With the trouble with taters resolved, the Enterprise has been making good time toward the distant space station that sits at the edge of a dangerous wormhole. Now that we are out of danger, the crew has begun to relax, even though we are approaching the outer limits of explored space. I hope that this is not the wrong time for us to let down our guard, here at the final frontier.
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