I pulled the bag over my shoulder and looked in front of me; in front of me were two large white domes with spikes protruding from the top.
SM 94-2 and SM 89-5, because of their odd shaped they coined the name Space Mountain. I was recently given the job as a researcher going to the newly discovered galaxy.
I heard that many have died researching this new galaxy, but there has been strange alien encounter. Given it many nicknames, the creepy cosmos, the nasty nebula, and the worst Ghost Galaxy.
That is all I know. Space Mountain is actually part of a much larger spacecraft, Space Station 77. It is made of five space mountain that can detach and go down to various planets, while in the center is a much larger space mountain with long bridges coming from each side connecting all of the SM's.
Each space mountain comes equipped with four space ports, Twenty Seven space pods, and a research lab. Plus housing for Astronauts like myself.
I entered the housing area where the SM's rest when they are not at Space Station 77. Housing consists of two launch pads on top, a rest area, and test facilities; I swiped my card at the large metal doors.
They opened and I walked in to the receptionist counter.
"Name sir?" the receptionist asked.
"Robinson" I said to the receptionist, "Atlas Robinson"
To Be Coutinued…