The tired BCPP officer yawned as he leaned back in his chair and put his feet up on the console mounted into his durasteel desk. He was sitting in the captain's chair on the bridge of an old Vector-class Defense Cruiser. His nametag, which he only wore to show off his rank, had an inscription of the Belkadan Civil Protection Patrol insignia, as well as his name, Captain Gabe Yinn. He hadn't slept for twenty hours, and his dark green uniform, he noticed, was beginning to lose its gloss.

Just as he was about to drift off into sleep, alarms rang out. Panicked voices started yelling below. "Proximity Alert! Proximity Alert! Proximity Alert" repeated a pleasant female voice over the blaring alarms.

Captain Yinn sprang to his feet and punched the comlink button. "WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?" he yelled. "Sir!" said an extremely worried voice from the sensor room. "We've got a lock on a ship! The readings show it only as "hostile"! I've never seen a ship like this before! It appears to be... well... organic, as well, sir! I'm getting another reading... maybe... HOLY SITH!"

The Captain's heart was pounding furiously. "WHAT IS IT, LIEUTENANT?" "Uh... Sir..." the voice sounded nauseated. "the ship... it is made out of... um... well... the, uh... the materials... used to, uh, make the ship, sir... they don't match any known substances!" "On Belkadan?" said the Captain, his hope fading.

"Ummm... actually.." said the voice. "they, uh... don't match any substances. Anywhere. In the entire galaxy." The captain's eyes widened until they looked like they were about to explode. He whipped around. "GET ME CORUSCANT! NOW!" barked Yinn to the Comm officers. He slammed the comlink button again. "ALL GUNNERS! OPEN FIRE ON HOSTILE SHIP! NOW!" he screamed.

He switched on the comlink channel to only the sensor room. "What's going on now?" he said, his nerves frayed. "Sir," the voice replied, "our fire... is... not getting through!" "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN?" the Captain barked. "The ship seems to have a device... it works like a... a black hole, and it... it, uh seems to be... sucking in our bolts!"

The Captain's eyes narrowed. He felt nausea rising in his gut. He opened the comlink channel to the entire ship. "Retreat the ship. Get ready to make the jump to hyperspace. I don't care where. Just go. And do it NOW!" "SIR!" said the voice from the sensor room. "What is it?" Yinn said. "Sir! The ship! It's... it's leaving! It just turned around, and I believe it's going to... yes! It's just jumped into hyperspace!" "Can you get a lock on its destination?"the Captain asked. "Not exactly..." the voice answered. "it has no navicomputer, and its organic signals are practically frying our computers. But I can tell you that it isn't going too far. It's staying inside the sector."

The Captain slouched down in his chair and slowly exhaled. That was way more than enough excitement for one day.