[h2]George Melons - Somewhere in Space[/h2]

George Melons was riding high on a mix of hyperzine and mindbreaker toxin when his fuel gauge started buzzing. The trip had lasted for days now, and a different man, a LESSER man, would have been sober by now. But George Melons was a psychopathic bastard with nothing BUT money, and as such, he had been doing hard drugs since he was six years old. Piloting a stolen T-Wing Interceptor in a dimension unknown to him while high, however, was a new experience. He liked new experiences.

Right about then, George Melons was attempting to keep his calm, doing proven Buddhist exercises such as screaming the lyrics to classic rock hit, "The Touch", at the top of his lungs. The T-Wing was going down now, and it would only be a matter of moments before he and it were merged into a beautiful modern art piece in the center of a crater.

That was when he remembered the bottle of 'juice' sitting in the cup holder. A mix of Med-X and Adminazine, swirled into a bottle of goldschlager. With a screech, he downed the whole bottle... And managed to survive crashing directly into the surface of Nox.

[h2]Sir Frederick Selous - Nox[/h2]

His safaris through the multiverse had helped Frederick become accustomed to many strange things: Men who could become beasts, marvelous flying cars, women with voting rights... But nothing he had seen had truly compared to the sight of a rocket ship hurtling towards the ground, playing some form of strange future music as it went down. No sir, that was a new one.

Turning to Shazay, Sir Frederick made his disbelief known,"WHAT IN THE BLOODY HELL WAS THAT?" his mouth had become agape, the shock having gotten the better of him at that moment. "By god, I think there was a [i]man[/i] in th at thing! Quickly, let us make haste!"