The Everlast - Star Light, Star Bright #02

(B. Schatz)

The Everlast - Chapter 01 - Star Light, Star Bright #02
by B. Schatz

There were many different theories as to how Everything was created, and every single one of them were wrong. The reason for this was quite simple: the Everything wasn’t really created, per say: It was just happened to exist one day, and it continues to do so even now.

However, the whole “non-creation” thing has been a source of many troubles. Things that are created, you see, are created in such a way that they are hard to destroy. After all, no one works so hard to give something life, just to have that creation destroyed mere moments later. Things that just happen to exist, however… they are fragile. Nothing has been set in place to keep it from bringing about its own destruction.

There were people existing in Everything who knew this. Some used this knowledge to make sure that the integral balance to things was maintained, and others used this information to further their own agendas.

The Starcrossers were, according to their motto, fully committed to maintaining the balance of Everything through the means of… well, star crossing. Star crossing itself was an ancient art, handed down through many families until the good people at N. Consistency and Co. bought the rights to the craft in order to make the universe a better and more stable place to live, and everyone loved them for it.

Well, almost everyone.

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“Holy moley, what’s all this?”

Starcrosser Chaucer rolled his eyes, but did not lift them from the paper he held within his hands.

Ever since he had completed his dream training and arrived at the Hopeless Wonder, the more experienced Starcrossers had been constantly been giving him a bad time. At first, it was because he was the new guy, but he soon proved to be such an easy target, they continued to taunt the man through-out his tenure.

“Look alive, Canterbury, Star 4672 is careening out of orbit!” they would scream, and Chaucer would jolt with fear and run screaming through the station, calling for everyone and anyone who could spare the time.

“We have trouble, people!” he would yelp.

“Lives are at stake here!” he would scream.

“Everything could be in dire peril!” he would profess.

And soon after, he would notice the laughter.

He was too easy of a mark, and he wasn’t going to take it anymore.

However, his co-workers somehow sensed this, and caused a real emergency at that very moment.

“Good gracious, it looks like we have trouble, people!”

“…sure… not falling for it.”

“Canterbury, lives are at stake here!”

“My name isn’t Canterbury, but thank you…”

“Everything could be in dire peril!”

“Really, guys, aren’t you taking this a little too oh my God.”

Starcrosser Chaucer had, in fact, lowered his paper and looked at the monitors, and he did not like what he saw.

“Oh no,” he breathed, “Does that look like what I think it looks like?”

“If it looks like a floater attempting to star catch illegally, then probably.”

“We have to do something about this,” he stated.

“While your delayed concern is appreciated, Canterbury, but Gower’s already got a reign on this one. Go back to reading your paper.”

Chaucer glowered and flapped the paper in his hands

It was quite obvious that they were all working against him…