I aggressively walk towards the door ready to accost what lays inside. I had tracked it down with avid determination. I punched in the override for the door and snuck through while it was still opening. My friend had disabled security in this part of the station and gave me an override code. The state took my ship for the sacrilege of government property. A bunch of crap if you ask me, but I don’t make the rules, I break them. They summarily seized my ship while they carted me off to some backwater mining planet. I was stuck there drinking brackish water and eating hard biscuits until I met John.  John was a hacker since the 5th grade. He started by changing his grades, and now toys with the state for fun. He is constantly swinging around a pocket watch he says is a talisman from his father. He ran his business out of a decrepit station that didn’t mind his talents and allowed him to live overtly. But I deviate, I rush forward with a swiftness that I didn’t know I possessed eager to be reunited with my ship.

The gambit was getting to the ship before the state could dispatch troops to seize me. It pays off as I hop into the cockpit and start the ship’s engines. John opens the hangers and I launch forward into the clam view of space. Savoring it before the hell that will son come. Not long after my launch a maelstrom of lasers and incendiary bullets intent on my destruction scream towards me. I rocketed away from the station in attempt to escape the system. The large mass of the station disrupted the calculations the computer had to make in order to fold space. As the stations fighters made a beeline towards my ship I made a humble prayer that I would make it out of this system alive. My narrow view made the lack of morals had little consequence to my sleep at night. In fact it probably helped it instead of being a pejorative. The gasses undulate around me as I travel through the fold in space. When I get close to my destination I begin to think of a story that isn’t too theatrical  but won’t get me to much criticism from John as I exit hyperspace.