Loz approached the space station on a vertical decent.
The staffs of the station were surprised to see him as the station was on the far out reaches of the human empire.
“How did he get out this far?” commented one of them,
“This is too far out for him to be traversing normal Nexus traffic routes…” Said another.

According to lozs’ onboard computer the station was an old mark 3 station deployed 20 years ago (Mark 7 had recently been released).
The station was practically defenceless and the humans within stilled used cryogenic freezing techniques that were years old.
“Cryogenic freezing…” Thought Loz as he recalled the way that he survived the 4th World War:
He had been a sergeant for the special ops unit of his day; they were equipped with state of the art knockout rays and chameleon camouflage to hide them from their enemies.
His unit was practically wiped out by an experimental weapon known as the death arc, capable of disintegrating a whole elephant…
Loz luckily managed to get into a cryogenic-chamber just after his arm was disintegrated.
He was given a bionic arm after being awoken.

Loz refocused his mind on the job at hand; the mark 3 stations had no automatic guidance system for docking so he was going to have to manually dock.
He manoeuvred his ship into the docking area, 1…. 2…. 3…. the docking bay opened and Loz approached it slowly.
The radio then started to blink and the faces of the scientists came into view onto the screen.
“This is scientific officer, Fredrick O’Connell, Please state your business at Outer- Mark 3 Station?”,
“I am here to refuel and recoup,” replied Loz through the link.
“Lorenzo Giovanni? Is that you?” Questioned another voice,
“Yes…” replied Loz uneasily.
“Its me, James Jefferson… From the Space Patrol Police… Remember?” Asked the voice.
“Yeah! As soon as I have docked I will talk to you, Jim.” Said Loz happily.
After this brief conversation Loz began to enter the docking bay, it looked strange, pulled up, there were cables dangling and bare circuitry everywhere.
After searching around Loz eventually saw a landing pad.
He approached it and did a 360-degree landing manoeuvre, the kind that only hardcore pilots could pull off.
After several minutes of depressurising his ship to the required level he got out of his ship and approached the recreational facility onboard the Station.
Within the facility were 2 scientists and James Jefferson.
James seemed to be in an intense conversation about special rifts and other strange phenomena. Loz didn’t much like James; he always seemed to be too distant from everyone else. They’d met on a police base whilst Loz was freelancing for them.
James was an excellent pilot and quite intelligent.
Loz decided to help himself to an drink he looked on the drinks shelf and searched for Grung’Tung Ale, there was none, he searched for another type of Ale, there didn’t seem to be any alcohol there so Loz had some mineral water imported from Earth.
“Lovely year…” He commented sarcastically as James turned his head to see what he was doing.
Loz managed to have a full 2 sips before James walked over to him.
“So how’s life?” Inquired James,
“Its cool…” Replied Loz,
“That’s good to know…” Said James as he paused,
“What brings you this far out?”
“I came into a small accident with an Freighter…” Replied Loz,
“On what a public Nexus? They only go so far. So were where you heading?” Inquired James,
“You know me Jim,” He took a deep breath and a small sip of his water,
“I was freelancing for the army when one of their freighter interrupted my Nexus path.”
“The army have Nexus routes this far out?” Questioned James,
“Only 2 that’s why I collided, they were packed up doing something, of course it was classified!” Said Loz.
“So, were did you go from there?” Asked James, Loz took a sip of his drink,
“Well I semi crashed onto a Cho’Guk planet…” Replied Loz,
“Semi crashed? Loz, I thought you were a good pilot!” Laughed James,
“So did I!” Replied Loz cheerfully as he took another sip of his now depleting drink,
“So, is there any booze on this station?” He asked,
“Nope, its all being used by the scientists to attempt to upgrade the station,” Replied James,
“Oh! So that’s why there’s all that wire outside!” Said Loz.
“So, do you have a star map of this system so I can find the nearest Nexus Route?” Asked Loz after finishing his drink,
“Aren’t you even going to ask why I am here?” Asked James,
“I’ve given up asking stupid questions,” Replied Loz,
“Ha! I forgot how funny you could get…” Laughed James, Loz however did not find his comment amusing, the last time he saw James and asked him that question he got the answer “Business Loz, Business…” Which was a comment Loz had always hated.
“I’m here to help the…Loz? Are you okay?” Said James as Loz began to collapse.
“Damn drink!” Mumbled Loz as he passed out.

When he awoke he was lying in one of the guest quarters of the Mark 3 Station.
The room was very cold and looked badly built.
“Ha! The plumbing is almost as bad as my shed!” Commented Loz, who was referring to his shed that he had tried to plumb.
“Glad to see you haven’t lost your sense of humour” Laughed James as entered the room.
“My drink was spiked!” Exclaimed Loz,
“Ha! No it wasn’t, I checked, it was agricultural water!” Replied James cheerfully,
“Let me guess, class 3?” inquired Loz,
“Yep! The stuff they used to use to fast grow potatoes.” Replied James,
“Well, after that I think I need a real drink! Look in my cargo, there should be some booze in there!” Stated Loz.
“I hope it’s not contraband!” Joked James as he walked out of the small room.
Loz got up.
He was still wearing his basic armour, the stuff he had been given all those years ago in training.
“Amazing its lasted this long…” Was a thought that came to Lozs’ mind.
“Argghhhh!” Screamed a voice through the intercom.
“Jim!!” Shouted Loz as he jumped up and ran out of the door.
He had never navigate the corridors of an Mark 3 space station before and hadn’t successfully navigated any other station for that matter, but he somehow found his way to the docking bay door. It was sealed. Loz did not know much about opening sealed doors, he had done it a few times but he was on an planet whilst doing that but he was onboard an old space station, “Jim? Are you okay?” shouted Loz through he door. He heard a small mumble from within. “DAMN!” He yelled.
Loz then noticed the intercom system was still functioning, he decide to attempt to call the scientists “Hello? Anyone there? James is locked up in the docking bay and just yelled!” He said clearly into the intercom.
All that replied was static.
“Hello?” He repeated.
Nothing.
“Damn!” Yelled Loz, several seconds later he noticed a small computer terminal.
“Maybe that will work…” He said to himself as he approached the terminal.
He looked at the screen; several choices appeared when he touched the keyboard:

Display Map
Access Memory
Watch Data Streams
Listen to Logs
Open Secured Doors
Command Prompt
Emergency Lockdown

Loz decided that the 5th options would be the best.
He selected it but was then confronted with a password screen.
“Why do these have to be so secure!” He moaned.
Loz suddenly remembered what his friend Lyndon had said to him all those years ago:
“When confronted by anything that cannot be opened without passive means, be active…”
“That’s it!” He yelled. Loz then exited the screen and selected “Command Prompt” and then typed in “Overload”. The terminal then shuddered. And Loz jumped back.
With another shudder and a KazzzaK the terminal exploded and the door automatically unlocked, Loz dived in before the network restored the lock.

Loz looked around, he saw his ship; the small fighter he had “Borrowed” from the Arains, and the body of the now deceased James Jefferson cletching an small gun and bottle. “Poor Jim.” Remarked Loz, “I wonder what happened to him,” He added.
Just as he did so a strange creature stepped out of the shadows, “What the hell is that!” Yelled Loz,
The creature was small, monkey like, with 6 arms and 2 bright green eyes and one drooling mouth.
“Gre-at…. Jamacus….  O-f ... Alp-h-a… se-ven…” Mumbled the creature in an almost robotic fashion, like it was piecing words up from what it had heard.
Loz stumbled back and grabbed the bottle that was in James’ dead hand, he shook it violently around and pointed it at the Jamacus. “Poooor… Jimmm…” hissed the creature, this remarked angered Loz and in an fit of fury he throw the bottle at the Jamacus. Direct hit. The Jamacus was now bleeding from several arms and there was an piece of glass stuck in one of its eyes, “Damnsss….” It screamed whilst waving its arms about.
Loz did not know what to do, how could such an creature kill James, a respected Police officer armed with an gun and be defeated by an bottle of 19th century wine?
He looked down at James’ body and picked up the gun, then looked back at the Jamacus and to his surprise it was fully healed. It leapt toward him using its many limbs to propel itself, Loz let loose with several shots from the pistol. The creature landed on him screaming, “Damn! Agghhhh!”. Loz shook it off of him and then proceeded to fire 5 more shots into the Jamcuses chest and eyes, “DIE! DAMN IT!” He yelled.
“di-e….” it mumbled just before it spontaneously decomposed.
Loz dropped the gun and examined James’ body; on further examination Loz noticed that he was killed by a bite to his artery in his neck.
Loz hit the intercom and requested that all scientists come to the hanger. There was no reply. Loz looked at the latest log entry and video recordings, they showed that another ship docked and that it contained Chog’uks. Loz assumed that the Chog’uks had killed the scientists and that they would be coming to the hanger ASAP. He hit the open hanger bay door button and jumped in his ship. He then flew his ship ot of the hanger at top speed, scrapping his wings and chopping several wires in the process