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“Samantha and the Commander recently came upon a holographic transmission from afar in the galaxies,” one of the men said, whom Galvin had not yet met. They lay in their beds. There was a light-hearted youth in the man’s voice. The manner that he spoke was very inviting. He was speaking loud enough for every member of the crew to hear. There was also an eerie echo, like that of a phantom mimic prowling for evening spooks.

“Aye, capturing a most vile creature at that,” joined another, a few beds down from where Galvin began to doze, making it harder for him to hear. He was able to make out this last bit of dialogue before he fell asleep. “He sucks the juices from the planet’s fruits feverishly enough to make you sick to your stomach. And his appearance does no good in the matter either. He is a slimy skeleton with disgusting hair that reaches the floor and trails behind him in the pale sand, acting as a kind of cloak to cover his nudity. And yet the sand is no match for his own pale, ghostly complexion. He spends most his hours worshipping a little wooden shrine and glaring to the cosmos with crimson eyes aglow. We have histories about him in the library here on LS6000. You should skim thru them to get a better idea of what’s going on. We can only tell you so much...”

Silence sliced the story asunder to be continued in the morn. The men tossed and turned in their beds and eventually all were breathing deeply or snoring in their slumber.