Author's Note: Hello, fanfiction community! For those of you who don't know, Space Quest was a series of comedic and satirical adventure games made by Sierra On-Line in the 80's and 90's. As such, I don't own any of the characters in this story.

These stories are going to be a retelling of each of the games, but with a few creative liberties thrown in (don't worry, I won't go overboard).

Please review, and I'll be sure to post more chapters!

Space Quest I: The Story

Chapter 2: A Close Encounter of the Perilous Kind

Guns pointed at your head. That's all you can think about as time seems to stand still. You could only imagine what was going to happen to you next: One of the ugly aliens (who hopefully can't read your thoughts) would pull the trigger, and your magnificent brain would be splattered on the walls and floor, with no lowly sanitation engineer to clean them up.

After sizing up the situation, one of the aliens turns and exits the control room, seemingly satisfied that one of their kind is easily enough to deal with you. Just as you think you're about to be turned into human wallpaper, you feel the alien wrench the universal translator from your hand. It flips a switch on the device, and a moment later, you begin to hear a voice:

"Where are the others?" You hear a tinny-sounding male voice coming from the speaker. "Show me, now!"

Looking around the room for a means of distracting the alien, you spot a door in the corner of the room; a supply closet. Nodding your head, you begin to slowly walk over to the door, and carefully pull it open. The alien attempts to peer into the dark room and, seeing nothing, commands you to turn on a light. Instead, you reach inside the room and fumble around for something only a janitor would think of: the automatic floor-washer. You switch the machine on, and turn the propulsion up to maximum. Leaping clear of the doorway, you hear the washer's self-propulsion systems hum into life.

"Where do you think-glaaaaaak!" Your captor's question is cut off as the floor-washer rushes out of the closet at a breakneck pace and slams directly into his lower body, plastering him onto the front of the machine. The universal translator tumbles from his hands, and his cry of terror becomes an incomprehensible squawk.

The washer zooms around the perimeter of the room, only pausing when it completes its cleaning cycle and empties its debris compartment-as well as the nauseous alien-into a nearby incinerator chute.

After taking a moment to congratulate yourself for thinking of such a brilliant plan, you pick up the translator and, after making sure to turn it off, stuff it into your pocket. You then resume your original course to the elevator. After entering the shuttle prep room, you put on your space suit's helmet, depressurize the airlock, and dash out into the shuttle bay.

Climbing inside the waiting shuttle (why an expensive research vessel like the Arcada only had one emergency shuttle, you have no idea), you shut the door, fasten your safety belt, and press the button marked POWER. Then, you activate the craft's thrusters and-carefully avoiding a button labeled DO NOT PRESS-engage the autopilot.

As you are whisked away from the main ship, you see a massive, insect-shaped vessel (presumably the aliens') decouple from the Arcada and jump to warp speed. Moments later, a massive flash fills the shuttle's rear viewport, as the vacuum of space silences the gargantuan explosion of the Arcada's self-destruct systems. Gazing at the incredible light show, you pause for a moment. Finally, it seems you can enjoy a moment of peace.

That is, of course, until the massive wave of debris from the explosion hits your shuttle.

You are shaken out of your trance by a large impact accompanied by the sickening sound of crunching metal. Alarms begin blaring, and red warning lights start flashing from every control panel in the shuttle. A beep emanates from the computer console in front of you, attracting your attention to a message in bold, flashing letters:

ERROR - ENGINES COMPROMISED. INSUFFICIENT THRUST TO REACH DEFAULT DESTINATION: XENON

With a groan, you slump back in your seat. "I guess I'm not getting home after all..." you think out loud. "So, now what?"

Suddenly, you see your view from the front of the shuttle dip downwards. Soon, a moderately-sized orange and yellow planet is centered in the window, gradually getting closer until it completely fills the viewscreen. Glancing away from the rapidly approaching planet, you see a new message slowly being typed out on the main computer console:

DESTINATION SELECTED: KERONA

(End of chapter 2)

Author's Note: Thanks for reading, guys! Sorry it took me a while to write this chapter, I've had a lot of other work to do in the past few months. Nevertheless, I will try to get Chapter 3 done as soon as I can, and I will edit this note once I have a tentative date in mind. Until then, why not pass the time by playing some Astro-Chicken?

If you enjoy this story, why not write a review? Your feedback is extremely valuable to me, and it really helps me write better.

Also, if you haven't read Chapter 1, or any of the previous chapters of this story yet, I strongly suggest you do so, it will help explain everything that is happening in the story.