Chapter II:
Everything that could have possibly gone wrong, had gone wrong.
In their voyage towards the nearest habitable star system, the unorthodox duo found themselves flying right into the middle of a raging space battle.
Holy insult-to-injury, right? Just wait, there is more.
Thanks to their effort to avoid being converted into subatomic particles, they then unknowingly flew into the gaping mouth of a wormhole.
A wormhole? Isn't that science-fiction?
Well, in a universe filled with spygirls, space elves, and laser guns, Percy surmised that a wormhole was not as far-fetched as he once believed. Suddenly, he almost wished that he was back in the depths of Tartarus, instead of where he was now, sinking through a spinning blackness.
His consciousness died while the cold oblivion pulled his body down and down into a pit of unbeing. Fumbling around, he could no longer feel his seat; the ship itself was missing, along with Yelena. A roar of silence echoed dismally around him, sinking his body further into a dark and bitter sea of heaving red that engulfed him slowly.
An eternity passed, the sea receding, depositing Percy face-down in what felt like sand. Cold spasms shook him awake, coughing and sputtering as lights danced sickenly around the corners of his eyes.
Surely, he was dead. She was dead. They were both dead. No?
Opening his eyelids fully, he found himself at the edge of a beach. Calm waves crashed in front of him, rolling up just enough to drench the edges of his shoes in cool saltwater. To compliment the view, a dull, hoarse gurgling sound arose from somewhere beside him.
Flipping over to the same side, he discovered Yelena, experiencing a similar medley of emotions as he let out his own painful groan.
"Are we dead?" She gasped as she spat out a wet chunk of the sand.
"Probably?" He wheezed back.
"Excuse me? Good evening, madam, sir."
The sound of the foreign voice made Percy's consciousness snap back like elastic. Looking behind where they lay, he found a blob of green jello, somehow dressed in a black suit, hovering impossibly above the beach.
"Do you have a reservation?" The floating jello blob asked innocently.
Percy stared woozily at the green amalgamation, his brain still feeling like TV static. The thing was about the same size as a yoga ball, and looked just as bouncy.
"Reservation?" Percy asked weakly.
"Yes sir," the blob responded curtly, while sounding a bit annoyed at the same time.
"We need a reservation to the afterlife?" Yelena groused, Percy wishing he could echoed the sentiment, if it were not for his gasping lungs.
Insofar as it was possible for a green blob to arch its eyebrows disdainfully, this was what the green blob now did.
"Afterlife, ma'am?" It said.
Struggling to gain bearings, Percy stammered, "Is this not the afterlife? This isn't Elysium?"
"Has to be," Yelena agreed as she too tried to work out which way was up. "There's no way we just survived that."
"No," muttered Percy as he raised himself up onto his elbows, only to slump back down again. "Not a chance."
"We must have been blown to bits," Yelena insisted, "arms, legs everywhere."
"If the lady and gentleman would like to order drinks to start…" The blob pronounced impatiently, still hovering in front of them.
Rising noisily to his feet, Percy turned and took in full for the first time where they arrived.
Instead of vague and wobbling shapeless shapes, he was now being greeted by the sight of what looked to be a classy Michelin-star restaurant, planted as the lone decoration on the island.
"We really are dead." He said in disbelief, marveling at the entrance.
Through the tinted glass doors, he could see glowing chandeliers and marble furnishings. Further back he made out a cluster of loosely defined people, milling about in attire similar to that of the blob's.
He turned to Yelena, now standing as well, mouth equally agape.
"Well, you said you wanted food, didn't you?"
"This was not what I had in mind," she bit, a countenance of worry crossing her face. "Are we really dead?"
The blob, clearly done with their antics, coughed a polite waiter's cough, "It is not unusual for our customers to be a little disoriented by the time journey," it said, "so if I might suggest..."
"Time journey?" Percy and Yelena asked in unison.
"You mean this isn't the afterlife?" She tacked on.
The waiter smiled a polite waiter's smile. "Afterlife ma'am?" It said, "no ma'am."
"And we're not dead?" said Percy.
The waiter tightened its lips. "Aha, ha," it said, "Sir is most evidently alive, otherwise I would not attempt to serve sir."
"Then where the hell are we?" Percy exclaimed, arms fluttering at his sides.
"Sir?" If the blob could look confused, it did. "This is Milliways, the Restaurant at the End of the Universe."
"End of what?" said Percy.
"The Universe," repeated the waiter, very clearly and unnecessarily distinctly.
"When did that end?" Percy continued, morbidly intrigued.
"In just a few minutes, sir," stated the blob, waiter, whatever, "and the Universe will explode later for your pleasure."
Percy blinked. Yelena blinked.
Percy rubbed his nose to make sure that he did not just snorted angel dust. Yelena slapped the back of her neck repeatedly, in an effort to wake herself up from what was surely a dream.
"Please, do not be embarrassed if you did not remember to reserve a table," the blob insisted. "We are readily accepting walk-ins."
"Uhhhh…" Percy's voice failed him and trailed off.
"Where exactly are we, again?" Yelena asked, taking an assertive step forward towards the unassuming green blob of a waiter.
"Milliways, the Restaurant at the End of the Universe," the blob repeated, unmoving from where it was hovering behind its lectern.
"Where is the End of the Universe?" She asked.
"Apologies ma'am, I am not sure what you are trying to ask?"
Percy could tell that the blob's patience was starting to wear thin, and the idea was making him increasingly worried that it might suddenly turn into a Terminator-gorilla, and smite them into yet another wormhole. He was done with those for the day—fuck, he was done for a lifetime.
"We'll take a table." Percy abruptly said.
In response to his interjection, Yelena shot him quite possibly the dirtiest look he ever received.
"Excellent. Now, if you would care to order drinks at last," the blob said, "I will then show you inside."
"I'll have a blue coke." Percy said on a whim, drawing even more ire from his partner-in-crime.
The two of them could not telepathically communicate, yet, but as he stared her in the eyes, he imagined they shared a conversation that went kind of like this:
"Percy, you're an idiot. Why would you say that?"
"Well, we're not dead."
"You don't know that."
"What's the worst that can happen?"
"We actually die."
"Huh, I didn't think about that."
"I can tell."
"I'm hungry though, aren't you?"
"…."
Seeing that there was no other option, Yelena let out an audible sigh and gave him one more stink-eye, before finally telling the waiter, "I'll have vodka. Your hardest."
"Very well. A blue coke for the demigod, and Devil Springs for the Terran."
If Percy's open jaw could extend further, it would have. Yelena was much the same.
"How did you know I was a demigod?" He asked the blob incredulously.
"Same way I know that your name in full is Percy Jackson, respectfully sir," the blob said simply, "I know everything."
"What brand of deodorant am I wearing?"
"Old Spice, sir."
"What brand of deodorant is she wearing?"
"Alright that's enough!" Yelena jutted in, sending another harsh elbow his way, this time more than warranted. "We'd like to go inside, now."
The blob rotated up and down, which Percy guessed was the equivalent of it nodding its head.
"Yes, of course ma'am, right away. But I do have one more thing to ask. My chauffeur has asked where you would like your ship to be parked."
Both Percy and Yelena twisted their heads around the island, yet saw no trace of the Dark Elf spaceship, or any ship for that matter.
"You're kidding me, it still exists?" Yelena asked.
"Yes ma'am, very much so," the blob said. "Where would you like it parked?"
-Ω-
As it turned out, visiting the Restaurant at the End of the Universe was by far and away the most extraordinary venture Percy had ever partaken. Yelena on the other hand, continued to act unimpressed, but he knew that deep inside she too was enthralled by the oddity of it all.
According to their server, which yes, happened to also be a green blob, the restaurant and thereby the island as well, was built upon the fragmented remains of what would soon be an eventually ruined planet, as in a moment's time it would be enclosed in a vast time bubble, and projected forward in time to the precise moment of the End of the Universe.
Did that not make sense? Sound impossible? Fret not, as neither Percy nor Yelena understood it either.
But from what Percy was able to gleam so far, the regular patrons of the restaurant came so that they could eat their meals whilst watching the whole of creation explode around them.
This, you might say, equally impossible. But wait, there is more.
Naysayers, food critics and tourists the like, arrived for any sitting they so chose without prior reservation, due in part to the nature of the restaurant, which allowed one to reserve retrospectively as it were when one returned to their own time.
This, you might now insist, absolutely impossible. Completely nonsensical. But, there was still a bit more.
At the restaurant, one could meet and dine with a tantalizing cross-section of the entire population of space and time. Already, within only two minutes of sitting down, Percy and Yelena had encountered more forms of life either ever thought possible.
This, it could be explained patiently, also impossible. But just when you thought that was all the restaurant had to offer, there was still even more.
Purportedly, as our two protagonists had yet to try, patrons could visit the restaurant as many times as they would like. Only in such an event, both Percy and Yelena would need to be sure of never meeting themselves, because of the embarrassment such circumstances allegedly caused.
This, even if the rest were true, which they were not, was patently impossible, said the doubters.
Still more? Yes.
Saving the best for last, the payment service was utterly genius. All one had to do was deposit a penny in a savings account in their own era, and when they arrived at the End of Time, the operation of compound interest meant that the fabulous cost of their meal had been paid for.
This, many would claim, was not only merely impossible, but clearly insane.
For Percy, however, he could not care any less. He saw absolutely nothing wrong with what was going on around him. The restaurant had the magic of the Lotus Casino on god-level steroids, except without the consequences. Guaranteed they were, of a 99.9% chance of arriving back in the same point in time that they originally arrived from. Meaning, they were free to enjoy themselves to their heart's content.
"Percy, what the hell is going on?"
"Not sure Yelena, but these tacos are fantastic." Percy insisted while shoving an entire half of the goodness inside his mouth.
"Those look disgusting." Yelena objected, wrinkling her nose as she took a putrid stab at her sad-looking salad.
"This tortilla is so good! Warm, crispy, but still flexible and tough enough to hold the contents," Percy crowed, cradling his last taco like it was his newborn child. "These are some seriously great tacos."
"You look disgusting."
"Thank you," Percy nodded as he took a sip from a Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster, a drink which had been described by their waiter as the alcoholic equivalent of a mugging; expensive and bad for the head.
All of a sudden, a creature that resembled an ostrich—minus the feathers—approached their table and began to play on its electric violin. Percy figured that it would just continue down the row of tables, yet instead it stayed right where it was in front of them.
"Oh, I think it wants money." He reasoned as he reached into his back pocket in search of his wallet. "Here, hold on a second, Mr. Ostrich."
Frowning unnecessarily at the hard-working creature, Yelena produced one of her batons and waved it. "Scram."
The ostrich, not taking too kindly to Yelena's rude gesture, stuck its tongue out at her (Percy had no idea that ostriches had tongues) before strutting away, leaving a rather gastly fume in its wake.
"Hey, why'd you do that?" Percy grumbled, crossing his arms to display his obvious disappointment. "Mr. Ostrich did nothing wrong."
"Why are you talking like you're a three-year-old?" Yelena shot back with a glare of her own. "Are you only ever serious when your life's in danger?"
Percy's frown deepened at the thought, doing enough to answer her question without having to speak. The edges of his mind were starting to become fuzzy, along with his vision. He felt… happy. Super happy. Happiest.
Yelena, uncaring for whatever he was feeling, continued to glare at him from the corner of her eye, as she took a reclusive sweep around the dining area. "This place gives me the creeps."
Percy hummed. "Why is that?"
Yelena squinted. "Are you not worried that when we leave, we might not come back to the right time?"
He considered very briefly what she said, before responding. "You heard the waiter, he said that there's a 99.9% chance that we do!"
"I don't trust it," Yelena muttered, looking just over his shoulder, "and speaking of the devil…"
Percy turned, saw and smiled at the approaching blob. He could not tell whether it was the same one from before, but he decided that he would treat it as such.
"How are you doing so far, ma'am, sir?" The blob asked, interjecting their conversation. "Are you ready to move on to the Restaurant?"
"Wait, this isn't the Restaurant?" Percy scratched his head, eyes trailing towards Yelena in search of a reaction, who unfortunately so far had none to give.
"No sir, this is our snacks and drinks lounge," the blob said politely.
Percy's eyes wandered in conjunction with his mind, causing Yelena to administer an unjust and painful kick to his shins.
"We'd like to leave already," Yelena announced, a terribly fake smile appearing on her face to mask her disdain. "I think we're both full."
Percy, never one to back down, raised his hand to object, but the waiter beat him to it.
"But the End of the Universe has not yet arrived, ma'am. Surely you will stay to watch it happen," the blob insisted politely. "A once in a lifetime opportunity for most, ma'am."
"You heard the man—er, are you a man?" Percy asked the blob.
"Apache helicopter, sir," the blob answered respectfully.
"Uh, okay, whatever that means," Percy made a mental note to look that up later, before continuing, "but come on Yelena. Weren't you the one that wanted to eat?"
"I was and I did." Yelena pointed to her half-eaten salad. "Now we can go."
Percy shot a pleading look at the blob. "I don't know what to tell her, I've done all I can."
The blob's round surface wrinkled slightly. "Perhaps just a look around, ma'am? Before making your decision, respectfully, ma'am."
Figuring that it was now or never, Percy chose now to whip out his unbearable seal eyes. Only ever used as a last resort, he knew that Yelena would be no match; his desire to experience the End of the Universe would surely beat out her premonition.
The resulting staring contest was one for the ages, the two of them silently going back and forth as the blob watched, until Yelena inevitably cracked.
"Five minutes." She grouched sternly.
Percy pumped his fist in the air. "You have a deal."
"Excellent," the blob again coughed a polite waiter's cough, "if you will now follow me, ma'am, sir."
"Why out of all people, did I get stuck with you?" Yelena complained as she rose from their booth. Looking to the ceiling, she shook her fist once. "Strange, goddammit, why?"
Percy gave her a dashing smile. "I saved your life, remember?"
"I had it all under control, actually."
"Really, because if I remember correctly—"
"Will you shut up already?" Yelena gave Percy a gentle push. "The stupid blob's getting away!"
-Ω-
Seen from the outside, which it never was, the Restaurant at the End of the Universe resembled a giant glittering starfish beached on a forgotten rock. Each of its arms housed the bars, the kitchens, the forcefield generators that protected the entire structure, the decayed planet on which it sat, and the time turbines which slowly rocked the whole affair backwards and forwards across the fabric of Time itself.
At the center sat a gigantic golden globe, and it was this area that their trio now passed through.
A quick gander would lead to the notion that at least five tons of glitter had gone before them, covering nearly every available surface. The remaining surfaces had been decorated with jewels, sea shells, and millions of other unidentifiable embellishments.
Glass glittered, silver shone, gold gleamed, Percy goggled, Yelena sighed.
"The End of the Universe is very popular," said the blob as it charted their way through the throng of tables, some made of marble, some of rich-looking mahogany, some even of platinum, and at each a party of exotic creatures chatting amongst themselves and studying menus.
"People like to dress up for it," continued the blob. "Gives it a sense of occasion."
"What do you think, Yelena? Are we dressed up?" Percy asked.
"I think this is dumb, that's what I think." Yelena responded.
The tables around them were fanned out in a large circle around a central stage area, where a small band sat playing light music. At least a thousand tables was Percy's guess, and interspersed amongst them were swaying palms, hissing fountains, and grotesque statuary.
Glancing around, Percy half expected to see someone making an American Express commercial.
"Everybody who was anybody, is here," the blob pronounced proudly. If it had arms, it would have waved them around.
"Was?" Said Percy.
"At the End of the Universe, sir must use the past tense," said the blob, "since everything has been done, sir."
Testing his understanding, Percy called out to a nearby party of what he presumed were giant iguana lifeforms, "Yo, how did you do?"
"We did well," the iguanas responded, "how did you do?"
"I did well, as well." Percy said with a grin, which only caused more eye rolls from Yelena.
"How does this all work, exactly?" She asked.
"Excuse me, ma'am?" The blob said.
"The Restaurant," she clarified, "how does it change…time?"
"The Restaurant at End of the Universe acts as a gateway to the wider multiverse, ma'am," the blob explained.
Yelena's lips thinned. "Multiverse?"
"Yes ma'am, multiverse," the blob reiterated. "I am surprised that you are surprised, respectfully, ma'am, since the gentleman you are being accompanied with is from a different universe than yours."
The statement caught both of them off guard, until they remembered that the blobs apparently knew everything.
"I figured that was just a one time occurrence," Yelena muttered. "Not something that could happen regularly."
The blob turned to look at her directly. "Well, there are infinite universes in the multiverse, ma'am. The odds of a person from one universe meeting the inhabitant of another is still infinitesimal, respectfully, ma'am."
Percy shrugged his shoulders. "Makes sense to me."
Yelena's glare, on the other hand, begged to differ.
A bell rang, drawing his attention away from Yelena, who was muttering nervously about something Dr. Strange previously mentioned to her.
"Ah, the main event of the night is here," the blob narrated.
On the aforementioned stage area, a man appeared, the main event, wearing a jacket festooned with rainbow-coloured sequins. At the same time, the lights in the Restaurant dimmed down, leaving a single spotlight showing upon the center stage.
The man proceeded to trip over the line his microphone was connected to, before tearing it off the stand with one swoop of his long thin hand. He then bowed to his left and right, as the crowd showered him with applause.
Percy joined in on the clapping, not entirely sure why they were clapping, but figured that it would look better than just standing there.
"Thank you ladies and gentlemen!" The man cried, "thank you very much. Thank you so much. I am your host, Max Quordlepleen."
Another round of applause followed.
Max eyed them with a twinkling eye. "Ladies and gentlemen," he said, "The Universe as we know it has now been in existence for over one hundred and seventy thousand million billion years and will be ending in a little over half an hour. So, welcome one and all to Milliways, the Restaurant at the End of the Universe!"
With a gesture the host deftly conjured another round of spontaneous applause. With another gesture he cut it.
"Okay, we are leaving now," Yelena asserted, grabbing Percy roughly by the arms. "Now, Percy."
"Come on Yelena, we gotta stay for this." Percy gave her a Pan-Galactic-Gargle-Blaster-look.
One of the iguanas gave Percy a sad stare in return. "You're not gonna miss much, it's just the Big Bang in reverse."
"That sounds insane!" Percy exclaimed, his words slurring slightly at the end.
The blob politely moved towards Yelena. "Are you sure ma'am, respectfully, ma'am?"
"I'm sure." She grunted, shouldering Percy over towards the exit.
He tried to fight back, at her insistence however, they eventually exited the premises through the nearest usable exit, as the one closest to them had been taken over by a nasty gang of triple-headed orangutans.
Reaching the blob they first met outside, Yelena said bluntly, "Where's our ship?"
"Leaving so soon, ma'am?" The blob said in a surprised tone. "Surely I can convince you to stay for the festivities, respectfully, ma'am."
Yelena growled, which Percy found rather attractive in his intoxicated state.
"Where's our ship?" She repeated dangerously.
The blob's skin seemed to tighten up a little, before motioning over to an elevator shaft that Percy did not noticed before.
"Forty-second floor, ma'am."
"Thank you," she said curtly, before turning to Percy. "Come on, you big oaf."
"Okay," he slurred.
Percy's brain felt like absolute mush, like overheated oatmeal that had subsequently been stuck in a freezer. Aptly, he wondered if this was how Mr. D felt all the time.
Damn, he almost missed the grouchy old god.
Taking the elevator, Percy watched as Yelena punched the button labeled for the forty-second floor, and held on to his stomach for dear life as the shaft plunged downwards into the substrata beneath the Restaurant.
Finally reaching the bottom, the doors opened and a blast of cold stale air hit them. Stepping out, they were greeted by a long concrete wall, one with over fifty doors in it offering lavatory facilities for all of fifty major lifeforms. Despite this addition, like every car park on Earth, this ship park smelt predominantly of impatience.
They turned a corner and found themselves stepping onto a moving catwalk, one that traversed a vast cavernous space. The space below them was divided into bays, each of which contained a spaceship belonging to one of the diners upstairs; some smallish and obviously cheap, others vast and loudly shouting their immense value.
Percy himself was attempting to search for the Dark Elf ship, while something else seemed to attract Yelena's undivided attention.
"No way," she sputtered first, then shouted, "No way!"
Percy looked where she was pointing, and saw a gleaming metal space ship that was a lot more human-friendly than the Dark Elves'.
At short intervals along the moving catwalk, wide transparent tubes led down to floor level. Yelena stepped off the catwalk into one and floated gently downwards, and Percy followed.
Food poisoning perhaps, was now racking the internal linings of his stomach, causing his stomach to curdle ever so slightly before the short ride ended.
Fumbling out of the tube, he met Yelena in front of a craft that was obviously made for some military purpose. While it was not as big or glamorous as the others surrounding it, the smooth curvature of the chassis gave it a science-fiction impression.
"How did a Quinjet end up here?" She marveled, running her hands over the almost luminous metal surface.
"Quinjet?" He murmured weakly.
Yelena ignored Percy's question as she proceeded to interact with the side panel, causing the ship's side door to open up, revealing a retractable staircase that led inside.
"Let's go," she said hurriedly, "we've been here way too long."
"But this...isn't our ship?" Percy slurred again. He was beginning to see black dots twinkle in and out of his vision, causing him to blink stupidly.
"Doesn't matter," Yelena ordered as she began to push him up towards the stairs. "It's our ship now."
Overhead from somewhere, a countdown started to play. It sounded garbled in his mind, but from what little he made out, it appeared that somebody was announcing the End of the Universe. A rather strange thing to say, he thought.
As they quickly fumbled their way into the ship, he took note of a large black logo imprinted on almost every available surface.
"Avengers?" Percy muttered.
"God, what the hell was in that shit they fed you?" Yelena exclaimed as she strapped herself into the forward-most seat. "Yes, this is an Avengers ship."
Ideally he would have responded with one of his classic one-liners, but his brain was much too immobile to crack jokes at the current moment, so instead he simply said, "oh."
The voice that had been counting down was no longer audible inside the confines of the vessel, which only served to heighten Yelena's sense of urgency as she brought the futuristic ship back to life, pulling back hard on the throttle.
But Percy did not black out just yet, no, it was the sight of the large bay doors opening up beneath them, that proved to be the final nail in his coffin. His stomach gurgling, his vision blurring, and the sounds of a particularly rambunctious band playing in his head, it all became too much. Leaning over, he opened his mouth as a stream of multicolored ribbons and fabric spewed from his lips.
"What the fuck!" Shouted Yelena in revulsion, trying unsuccessfully to lean out of the way of the multicolored strands of fabric,
"What the fuck did they feed you!"
"Why does it taste like grapefruit," groaned Percy, leaning over and vomiting again, "I hate grapefruit."
"Should have let Natasha kill me," grumbled Yelena as she checked the on-board computer.
"Buckle-up vomit-boy," she added, inputting a series of commands into the computer as she slammed home the accelerator, putting the Quinjet's afterburners into overdrive.
Percy, who had been picking a spare piece of string from between his teeth, was violently thrown back into his chair. His skin felt like it was being steadily peeled away from his cheeks, and as he checked the rearview mirror, he watched as the strangest thing happened.
The Restaurant was disappearing.
It would be tricky to describe the End of the Universe. The best way Percy could attempt to describe it, would be to equate it to watching a movie in reverse, at twice the normal speed. Planets, stars, ships and creatures flying backwards in a blur. He screamed, as the yarn and string shot back up off of the floor, and forced its way back down his throat. A moment later, the burning sensation in his stomach disappeared, and a pair of tacos reappeared in his hands.
"Uh…Yelena," said Percy carefully, "What's going on?"
"The End of the Universe I suspect."
"So…what's our plan exactly?"
A silent silence permeated.
"We're going to outrun it?" He suggested.
"Yup?" She snarkily replied.
"Your plan is to outrun the Big Bang?"
"It's not the Big Bang,"
"Yes it is, the iguanas said—"
"I don't care what the iguanas said, Percy!"
"Okay, there's no need to be hurtful."
"Percy!"
"What? I'm just saying, they were nice."
"Not the time!"
"Oh…right, the Big Bang."
"Did you seriously forget?"
"I just threw up literal yarn, swallowed it back up again, unpeed my pants, and still have a Bavarian brass band or whatever, playing in my head. We're all dealing with some shit right now." He looked out the windshield,
"Oh…and I think we're about to fly into a blackhole."
"What?" Snapped Yelena, he eyes darting back towards space,
"Oh…shit."
Percy sighed, "Getting real tired of this."
For the second time that day, they disappeared into the ether.
Author's Note:
Guess who's back...
You better believe it baby, I'm rearing this big kahuna of a story back to life! So behold, my crack-fic brainchild, my ultimate source of guilty pleasure writing. I'm trying to improve my dialogue and ability to chew through plot; feedback on such would be great. And as previously mentioned, this isn't going to be a serious fic. Crazy shit will happen. Expect the unexpected. Don't get your panties tied up in a knot.
This chapter was inspired by one of my all-time favorite reads: The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy.
Shoutout to Stellarys, for helping me with the creative oversight of this story. Make sure to join the discord in my bio, if you want to hit me up with some more stupid ideas :)
