A Space Between

Relic “The earth loveth the shower,” and “the holy ether knoweth what love is.” The universe, too, loves to create Whatsoever is destined to be made. Marcus Aurelius Antoninus The wind howled fiercely as the hooded figure stood below the crest of the moonscape. The two moons illuminated by the reflection of the twin suns created a magnetic force that damaged most planetary ships sensors. The relic that was sought by so many now lies only days away from this barren location. Its discovery would be a gift to some and to others a curse. This hooded figure would determine which course. “Where the hell is the commander?” The burley man bellowed as he scratched his beard and sucked on his synthetic stogie. The busy cargo hold seemed to continue its furious pace seeming to ignore the man’s urgent question. Barrels and containers moved about as aliens and crew members readied their departure onto the planets surface. The airlock filled as the vacuum chamber hissed its objection to the change in atmosphere. Everyone paused to watch as the chamber slowly opened. A tall dark hooded figure cloaked in a flowing dark burgundy robe stepped forward onto a metal sensor grate. The figure turned and tapped the button to their left. The grate then formed steps which the figure stepped quietly down upon. “Commander!”