The sun rose slowly, creeping across the soaked sand, drying all that was wet. Laying on the sand was a man, from a distance he appeared tall but close up, he appeared average height. His short black hair, coverd in parts of sand, waved gently as the wind crashed against his body. The man sighed, as he slowly rose, gazing at the beautiful sun, un aware of what the future held for him.

In the distance a man could be seen running towards him, he stopped getting a breath before continuing. After what seemed like a decade, he reached the man on the sand. ''James, why are you out here for?'' Said the running man, wearing what appeared to be a orange suit, but could just of been the glow of the sun.

''I just wanted to see the sun once more... You know, me going on a big trip and all.'' James slowly stood, looking over at the Orange suit man, gently tilting his head, as to study him. ''Jerry, you need to lose weight...'' He laughed as he walked past Jerry, heading towards a extremely large building, next to it, a large shuttle, a space shuttle.

James wanderd into the building, soon to be mobbed by a gang of scientists, all throwing many complicated calculations at him. ''Ok... yes ... No... and Go away.'' He pushed past them, hurrying as fast as he could, in the direction that went away from them.

The Orange suited man, Jerry rushed ahead of the crowd, getting infront of James, looking at him with worry covering his face. ''James, you do realise...This is extremely dangerous.'' He said, caution filling the air, his words with so much meaning, truth behind them.

James gave a soft sigh, placing a hand on his shoulder. ''There are fail safes, incase something bad happens. This is perhaps the greatest discovery in our century, ever since John Crichton disappeared...'' A small smile formed on his face, walking past Jerry, towards what appeared to be his future path.

Soon enough, the shuttle launched up into the vast reaches of space, once reaching Earths orbit, a small shuttle appeared outside of the larger brother. James turned his face to the control panel, grasping the black stick infront of him, to control the tiny module. ''...Right, "Talyn 1" is ready and preparing." James said softly into the radio system infront of him.

Roger that "Talyn 1" you have a go, be carefull commander

''Copy that" James sighed as he glared at the space infront of him, unaware of what was going to happen. The Module shot through space at extremely fast speeds, gliding across the planets orbit, building up more speed. Just as it reached the peek, the module began to rock from side to side, James tightened his grip on the stick. "Uhh, Guys we have a problem!'' He shouted down the radio.

Back on the planet, Jerry was stood next to the radio, worried more then ever, for his theorys of anything bad was starting to come true. ''James... Abort! Turn the ship round and come back... Now!" Jerry's words seemed to be in vain as the Module continued to build up speed, even past the breaking point.

On board the module, James heard the words of his friend, though it sounded extremely distorted, as the module continued on its never ending cycle of speed, a huge wave of blue light appeared to head in the opposite direction of module. James looked directly at it, closing his eyes, as the tiny white tin can, smashed into the wave.

Slowly the module floated towards what appeared to be a large blue funnel, a wormhole. Soon enough he began his long journey through the tunnel, then being shot out into space once again. James head turned towards the radio, gently placing his hand on the switch to turn it on. ''...Anyone...'' His right hand rubbed his forehead. ''...Ah... Anyone there? Anyone'' He sighed, leaning back on the seat.

After a few seconds of resting, a ship with black and red on it, shot by. James looked in the direction of it, with a look that showed nothing but worry. ''...Um...'' Moments later, several smaller crafts similar in color shot by, but rather then go peacefully, they started to fire at the other ship.

A voice began to speak "Crichton? Crichton? This is Crais... I have no time to explain of my appearance, you may dock with Talyn, quickly!'' James looked puzzled at the radio, then began to manouver slowly, but was somehow being dragged into the large ship. He gazed at the inards of the ship, as the module came into the docking bay.

A man wanderd into the bay, lookming at the module, he tilted his head. ''...John... Step out.'' James slowly opened the hatch, is anxiety had reached the maximum. Crais watched as James stepped out, he walked slowly to the module and pulled out a Pulse Pistol. ''You are not John Crichton!''

James quickly put his hands up, trying to speak. ''...J...ohn Crichton... No... I'm James Price... I worked with John...'' He looked at the weapon and slowly got out of the module standing up straight.

''So... You are a Human.. One of his kind?'' James slowly nodded.

''Another... Frelling Wormhole!'' He shouted to James.