It was the year 2643. Humans had long since invented an effective form of space travel, and had colonized a large portion of new planets. Alien life was still undiscovered. The USG Urchin hurtled through space, its inhabitants deep in hypersleep. Unbeknownst to the travelers, the ship had been pulled off course, and was making its way further and further away from their destination of Earth, heading towards the nearest sun. There were several unlabeled containers in the cargo bay, one of them leaking an odorless gas in to the ship. Picking up those containers had been a government sanctioned mission, and the crew of the Urchin hadn't bothered asking questions. Davis woke up to blaring sirens. Emergency lights pulsed, bathing the hypersleep chambers in an ominous red glow. He sat up, yawning, his hands moving up to his eyes, rubbing the sleep from them, looking around for other signs of life. Nobody else seemed to have woken up just yet. He got out of the pod, carefully examining the cabin. There didn't appear to be anything wrong; the air vents were still open and the safety doors hadn't been dropped down. So, no quarantine. I wonder what happened. Davis sat down in the nearest chair, taking a look at the computer, hoping to find out why all the alarms were going off while he waited for the others to wake up. Davis hadn't been a member of the Urchin's crew for very long. At twenty-five, he was one of the younger members, hired shortly after he graduated from flight school. He had shown promise as a pilot and had graduated the top of his class. Oddly enough, he hadn't even had to apply for a position as a pilot before he was scooped up. They said they had scouted him, and were desperate for pilots. He didn't think much of it at the time, but after several months on the job he discovered that the USG Urchin wasn't exactly on the level; they often ran smuggling operations and needed to make fast getaways if things went sour. It wasn't his cup of tea, but it paid well and he wasn't going to complain about that. Some times they even took legitimate jobs, much like the one they had just finished on Triton. The galactic government had hired them to pick up that cargo, and had paid extra for no questions asked. He wondered what could be so important.