Space Station 13

Prologue

Kam

Kam rubbed his eyes.

It had been a long day, but the crew had, as always, respected him, and worked to the best of their abilities. He picked up his spectacles from the desk in front of him, and roused from his seat in front of the command console in the bridge.

Kam immediately felt his stress easing away as he entered his office, and his nostrils were barraged with the familiar fragrance of coffee. He loved coffee. That wonderful girl Ally must have made it for him. "I shall have to thank her later," He thought to himself. He ambled across the luxurious red carpet of his office, emblazoned with a yellow captain's logo, a pair of scales. Many thought that such an image would be more appropriate for the station's lawyers, or judge. Kam however, thought it was a fitting logo. His job, after all, was to uphold balance and order throughout the station and its people. What Kam may have been lacking in physical capability he certainly made up for in dedication. He took his job very seriously, as a captain should. He slid open the glass panel to behind his desk, and let out a sigh as he slowly lowered himself into the red velvet chair. He picked up his mug and eagerly sipped his coffee, a few drops getting caught in the wisps of his moustache.

Kam lay back in his chair. For almost a whole minute, he was relaxed. Relaxation was a rare commodity in his line of work. Unfortunately, his relaxation was interrupted at the feeling of a tiny prick in his back. He jumped in surprise and swung his head back to see what had poked him. Nothing. Kam sighed. Perhaps it was simply his workaholic brain's way of telling him to get back to work. This notion of nothingness however, was soon corrected, as Kam's world soon became very blurry and dull. Everything went black, and suddenly, without warning, Kam collapsed.