With the decision made, he fired off his application. The response came much sooner than even he was expecting. By some good fortune, there was an opening along with a ship heading the same direction that he could get on with no trouble. Soon he had a ticket to a shuttle heading to the edge of the system, so he could transfer to the ship.
Later that day, he found himself in a cramped shuttle suite with the few meager possessions he had left. The accommodations were far from comfortable, but he was willing to put up with it in return for a new life away from the one he could never have. He kept to himself during the trip, occupying himself with the info about what was coming that the Aurnae.
He roused himself on the final approach. Finding a quiet corner in the forward observation room, he stared out at the station hanging at the edge of the system. A steady stream of ships passed through, jumping in and out at the cusp of interstellar space, docking at the station to refuel, offload or take on cargo or passengers, or even undergo repairs.
Once the shuttle docked, he joined the crush of passengers leaving the shuttle and found himself in the sweeping passages of the Sol Terminal. Even with the aid of the directions on his commpad, he ended up lost more times, than he would have liked. He did end up at the right dock even so, though it was almost half an hour later than it should have been. He half feared that the ship wasn’t even going to be there, and it would have all been for naught. However, his worries were unfounded, though the squat Thonearr at the hatch let him have it for not only the delay the detour put, but also the extra time consumed by him getting lost.
The Nobody thought better of pointing out that the aggression was only adding further to the delay, and let the alien run out of steam. Only at that point did he lead his new passenger onto the immense cargo hauler. The ship didn’t even have a name, just a series of letters and numbers of some alien script written on the bow in faded and peeling paint.
Several minutes of winding through the narrow access corridors later, the Nobody and his guide arrived at a hatch deep within the bowels of the ship.
“Now get in there, take your clothes off, put everything you got in a locker, and get ready, we’ve wasted enough time with you,” the Thonearr snarled before stomping off.
He watched the diminutive creature’s retreating back for a few moments, before turning to the hatch. Pulling his luggage through, he found himself in a small locker room, benches lined up between the twin rows. He felt a little self-conscious as he started to disrobe, his eyes shifting about the room as if looking for anyone spying on him. He was all by himself though and the designs of the bulkheads meant that hidden view devices were all but unlikely.
Steadying himself with a calming breath, he moved to the next door and through. Beyond the lightening was much more subdued. The light from the locker room behind him allowing him to see only a few feet into the room. He could hear noises beyond in the dark, but couldn’t make them out for sure. Then the lights came up a bit and he saw the agent of his change.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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