Space, the heavens above all heavens within sights, of all man. Yet somehow at the same time, the farthest thing in the world. Most could just taste it. The long storm over in the black unknown. In some ways, man had touched those that should be moved. Going beyond any lengths, a man had gone. But without realizing they barely touched the very surface of what the galaxy- No, the universe had to offer. Such things were inconceivable for most people.

When it came down to Spike Drako, his mind was in the stars, His heart dreaming for more as he would look to the stars, his thick brimmed glasses, pushed too close to his face, his messy brown hair, and sea blue eyes, staring off as he looked towards the sky. Mesmerized by the secrets off in the distance the colors, that Space my have. As a child, he could spend hours watching the stars.

Spike remembered the first time he looked towards the sky and saw the sky. He was around eight years old, as far as he could remember. His dear old dad, taking him off they seemed to drive for hours, him and Spike, The little man in the back of the Charger, as his father drove on without a care in the world. His mother had died the year before. Neither of them seemingly getting over it. The long storm had cleared out in their lives. When Spike had asked if they were there, for what could’ve been the millionth time. His father finally called out,

“Yes, we’re finally here, Bud,” As he got out of the driver seat and turned to the back seat, pulling the door. Spike was finally free and could roam around. Such a taste of freedom, his legs where thankful. Thas for sure.

“What are we doing, Dad?” Spike asked his curiosity running wild, and At first, he imagined they were off to see a movie, or maybe some nightly theme park.

That wasn’t the case. No, they were standing in the middle of a field. Nothing around them for what seemed to go for miles. Just soft grass, and areas of wheat. A beautiful night, Not a single cloud in the sky,

“Why are we here?” Spike asked even more as his father undid the trunk pulling something out. It was long and cylinder.

“Well Bud, I wanted to show you something, When I was your age your grandfather took me out here, in this very spot, and I think after all we went through it was your turn to see it,” a slight smile on his face, as the old man looked to the sky. Spike never understood it as he looked up. There he saw the sky, and there he saw the stars.

Spike looked at them, even from this distance, as his mind wondered more mesmerized. Spike had seen stars before, also while living in the city, But somehow, out here, where there weren’t many neon lights. So, it just seemed much more prominent.

“Spike, wanna get a better look at them?” The old man said, and Spike shot his head away from the glorious sight and looked over to his father

“I would, but how?”

“Well, how does it look?”

He laughed more while revealing the Telescope Spike looked towards it with bated breath. Such a sight to see even if it wasn’t the most impressive Telescope, small with some rust forming on the side. Second hand. But In the mind of Spike thought it was perfect.

Spike walked over pushing his face into the Telescope, and there he began looking towards the stars, he saw them more prominently and somehow, they were more beautiful than before, it was as if his heart was stolen,

“Wow, Dad, do you think there’s something out there?”

“Who knows, Bud, it’s probably endless,”

The boy’s curious mind growing more, as he thought of what was out there with those stars, he even imagined a billion worlds, maybe some like his own. Perhaps even more, at that moment, he found himself dreaming and wishing there would be some way. Some fantastic way, he might be able to ride the wind and touch those very stars.

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Though Spike hadn’t been able to ride the stars in the way, he imagined it or felt them like his hero’s in comics did. It was one thing for sure, his love of those balls of gas never stopped him from dreaming. He soon found stories about men going into Space, John Carter of Mars. Ender’s game, and journey to the Moon. So many stories that seemed to spark his obsession, and wonder, even from a young age.

Then the worst thing would happen for Spike, his father, the only family he had in his life, died. It was an accident, While his old man was driving home from work. He took a turn too fast, while it was raining, and soon crashed. Trapped by his seat belt and with no way of getting out. He burnt to death.

“Miss you, Dad,”

He mumbled while walking up towards the building, just sighing while trying. The silence was his usual friend going down these halls, as everyone else was gone, besides his group. In that case, he’d be hearing the machines soon, figuring that the second shift was still here, after all. They were used to working eight sometimes twelve hours a day. There weren’t many people around, just walking by him as if they were about to collapse from exhaustion, a side effect from working sixteen-hour shifts.

“I swear someone should fucking call the Labor Union, and shut this place down,”

This place was a total mess; even with the union, you were lucky to also able to get a day off twelve hours a day, seven days a week. If you were lucky to get a day off. Like it mattered cause you could still have been called in to work four hours. Soon the sound of his stomach growling slowly, demanding the food in the greasy bag.

Spike looks down at it, patting it reassuring himself that he’d be filling his stomach soon. There wasn’t much left for it. The long-awaited moment as he made one last turn making it to his section of the factory, it was nearly time for work. Spike soon saw something that surprised him, catching him completely off guard.

There was no one there, the entire section where he worked at was gone. Nothing more as Spike only looked over, seeming somewhat confused. He’d move around seeing what was going on maybe he could find someone, maybe there was a little bit of information that was about. He didn’t see anyone- No cross that, he found someone.

It wasn’t who he wanted to see. It was Chrysalis. Chrysalis was a short African American woman with long black hair, wearing the same thing as he was wearing, a grey t-shirt, with blue jeans. She looked at Spike with a smug smile. She watched every movement that Spike was doing as He walked over with a soft grunt stating,

“OK, Chrysalis, where’s everyone?”

After a pregnant pause, Chrysalis simply muttered, “They got called off for the night. The Screwbot broke in the middle of a first shift, so the big bosses decided to call everyone off.” Spike looked utterly annoyed by this recent news, they were given a night off on the weekend, and he hadn’t been called. Coming up here was a complete waste of time; he almost felt a small pop in his brain went off. Rubbing his temple, Spike simply sighed and mumbled,

“Well, why wasn’t I called off, along with you?” He honestly didn’t want to know what she was going to say he knew it wasn’t going to be good, especially if it came from her.

“Well, I needed someone to come in to watch the roundtable so they’ll be able to make some spare parts for later, on so when Josh asked me to do it, well, I let him know I had to leave early.”

“So, you guys intentionally didn’t tell me, why not just do your job. You wanted it so badly.”

“Like I said I have things to do, I can’t be here all night babysitting those guys.” Spike looked overseeing the people on the roundtable, only working not saying a word. Though he could tell from the expressions on their faces, they didn’t want to be here as much as he did. Though Spike simply looked back, “Yeah, well, you’re the coordinator now, this is what you get by taking the job.”

“I told you I have to go somewhere besides you can handle the job you did this job before me.”

“Yeah, before you stole it from me!” Spike raised his voice; the anger in his voice increased listening to what she called an excuse.

“Hey, I never ‘stole’ anything from you, they simply thought I would be a better choice over you for the job,” Spike growled, it was clear that he was feeling even more frustrated with everything going on. He’d been here for nearly a year when he was forced to drop out, and now he was getting this shit from her. This woman, Spike soon growled, and decided if she was going to be such an Ass he might as well be one also,

“Oh, and last week I didn’t catch you blowing Tirek off in storage! While I had to watch the group because you ran off, while everything was going to hell!” Spike's vision blurred. He was beginning to see red at this point as he felt his heart racing faster. Though that was when she finally looked at him raising her hand and slapping him right on the face.

“How fucking dare you, I’ve never slept with that fat fuck to get this job, and even if I did, I’m your boss, so you’re going to be doing this I’m heading out.” Chrysalis reached over, grabbing her bag. Though Spike wasn’t going to take this as he muttered to her;

“You’re staying, and you can go fuck yourself since Tirek’s not here to do it, you Bitch!” Spike growled as he needed to get out of there. Otherwise, he’d regret what he might do next. Though from the back, Spike could hear the roundtable cheering. Though He didn’t care. Spike walked away from this place from her and everything. He wouldn’t look back. Though for a second, Spike thought that he heard the huffing and howling of the women behind, he’d listen to though he didn’t care. Ever so slightly, he felt a little free.

Now getting out of the building would take a few seconds as he moved down past the corridors, not even thinking about his stomach any longer. He just wanted out of there wanted to go home. He’d probably have to use his computer and go job hunting. Though good riddance to this place, he didn’t need them.

They didn’t respect him enough. When he moved past the gates, using his card for the last time. Before walking back towards his car. Spike looked down at his badge. Spike remembered the day he got it. It was over a year ago. Spike just got hired onto it the place, So he had a chance to get enough money to start college again.

This badge was his only way to get inside. His eyes would grip down on it tightly and turned around using all his strength, throwing it right towards the building. Over the fence, it would vanish in the darkness. Spike wouldn’t see it again; “So long you old bastards.”

Spike only smiled as he walked away, heading back to his car. Spike only sighed, looking back at his Vehicle. The Vehicle was an old Chevy Impala, the fourth generation, in 1970 it was red. The paint wasn’t put on correctly though it was mainly placed down on there primarily to try and keep the rust at bay, with eight-year-old tires. Spike wasn’t a fan of the car. Though it was cheap, it had a small block V6 engine, which was all he could afford at the time.

In truth, if he could, he imagined he would buy a charger like his old man did restore it, just for a chance to honor the old man. The old one was so wrecked nothing about it could’ve been saved, something that was quiet depression for the young man.

Spike got inside, while. Fumbling through his pockets, he’d managed to find his car before putting them in the ignition. Turning the key, in the ignition, Spike listened to how the engine clanking and clunking doing its best to start, it wouldn’t be until the third and final turn that it began with a slight rumbling.

Spike sighed in relief, before putting it in drive and going off, Driving into the night. Spike would continue driving, going as far as he could’ve gone. He didn’t know where he was going, or where he would stop. All Spike knows is that he’d rather be anywhere but where he was now. Spike was going forth as he moved down, taking turns.

Everything seemed to be hitting Spike by the second, His mind rising as he tried figuring out what was going on. His head is racing his heart soon matching both. He groaned louder as he felt his head pounding. Spike was feeling his eyes burning. This was a small thing; everything that was going on just felt a little too much. Looking around, he saw no-one, so he moved onwards, hitting the brakes and just stopped there, stopping in the middle of nowhere; he would sit there for a minute, maybe two. Though it didn’t matter how long he was there, while he hanged his head down quietly muttering;

“Why, did you lose your temper, Spike comes on you moron, you needed this job! How’re we going to pay for your bills! No-No everything will be OK. I’m sure it’ll be OK.” He tried reassuring himself. Trying to think of something he could do. Right now, though, it was hard for him. This year had been getting to him, and just trying to hold it back, as he felt his head pushing down on the steering wheel, where he began to cry.

“I swear I think I’m going crazy, every time anything seems to go right it goes to hell why do I keep going?”

He was praying for a miracle, something that could help him. A trapped feeling as he wanted just to jump off it. Slowly he began turning the car around and started heading home. He might just want to sleep, rest his weary body while depression seemed to rush over him. His body was feeling empty.

While he was driving down the road, Spike couldn’t help but think about the field, how it made him smile as a kid, a place he and his dad would go. The significant move as he began driving off, heading to pick of a telescope, and a big empty field.

It was time for him to have some time for himself.

It would take a good hour or two, as he pulled over to the side of the road. He was pushing the door out, with the long rusted creak. When he soon popped the hood, as he pulled himself out.

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it old friend?”

He mumbled while looking down at the Telescope, such a small sight, as he picked it up, the weight over it seemed so comfortable. The way his fingers ran over it. He eventually let out a long sigh. His free hand was reaching over and dropping the trunk.

The land around him smelled clean, no smoke from the city, it was quiet except for the sounds of frogs croaking and crickets chirping away enjoying the ground around him. Spike could feel the wind brushing against it while it whistled through the trees. It might’ve been years ago while feeling nostalgic. Wishing that he could live back then. It made him appreciate his past more. But it also made him miss his father just a tiny bit more.

He leaned back for a second, looking up to those stars, almost as big as he remembered as a kid. Soon he would start pushing on, tears in his eyes as he began to set up the Scope. He was pushing it over as he aimed towards Orion’s Belt. One of his more favorite constellation other than the big dipper, as he looked over towards it. He started watching it when something began running past the Telescope. Spike pulled back, seeing what it might’ve been.

There he soon began seeing what looked like a shooting star,

“Wow,” such a sight watching the ball of fire flying down past him, though Spike was finding it quiet off, it was moving slower than average, as the young man began adjusting his broad brim glasses, as he looked on. Spike couldn’t remember the last time he has seen a falling star. The way it moved, the deep blue color, which was quite impressive.

That was when he suddenly watched the supposed star begin taking a swift turn. It seemed to be going right at him. The way it ran at him, it seemed to be getting closer. Spike took a deep breath as he began thinking it was a meteor, and it was coming straight for him. It looked like it was getting even more, more prominent. The thing was going straight at him.

“Shit shit shit!” He muttered beginning to run, hoping to get out of the rang of impact, at least then, he might not end up getting himself hurt. He suddenly found himself leaping and wrapping his arms around bracing for impact.

Then there was nothing, no sounds of crashing, no shock wave. Nothing Spike might’ve expected from coming over as a meteor would crash. Spike laid there not completely quiet, as he slowly raised his head looking behind him. There was nothing, as he looked around and saw nothing no impact. No giant holes- Nothing.

“Maybe it was my imagination, from all this damn stress,” Spike laughed he soon started whipping the dust off his legs as he decided to just head home. He was about to walk away, when suddenly he began looking towards the sky. Such a thing as what he saw was beyond understanding. It was clearly not made by man, as far as Spike knew.

But it was made by something, a metallic surface, as he came to realize it was a ship, almost chrome like as it floated over him. It reminded him of one of those alien ships you’d see on tv,

“What the fuck?” Spike mumbled as he suddenly watched a hatch begin opening from the bottom of this ship. Such an interesting motion as Spike tried running though finding himself unable to move. It was as if his legs stopped working. Spike just watched this thing as the light seemed to expand on. As he saw a large circle of light.

The young man’s body began to slowly feel weightless. His body was being lifted, If Spike could say anything at that moment, he was imagining every curse word he could say, but as he was being pulled up towards the unknown, he cursed out one last thing. Imagining this would be his last words.

“DAMN YOU CHRYSALIS!”

It was all he could exclaimed and soon Spike had vanished without a trace, and the ship. That strange vehicle from the stars. It vanished without a trace. As if it had never been there before.

Author's Note

Heh wow, well this was something that I never thought of, I mean someone just suggested hey what about sexy Space Pirates, and it just clicked I started writing some, and it just kept hitting me, and hitting me, till boom after three days Here's this little trove. Plus some editing, and what not, Well Here's the pilot chapter, tell me what you think.

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