Intergalactic travel is never easy. It doesn’t seem to matter how many hours of work you put in, your tax dollars are never going to get that space debris picked up. Will they ever fix that traffic light near Messier 81? It’s best not to make a fuss. The galaxy doesn’t revolve around you and your extraterrestial friends, buddy. Just do your job and keep your head down, these pallets aren’t going to move themselves.
One Monday morning, you and your crew are hauling medical supplies to Proxima Centauri b. Medications, gases, personal protective equipment, and administration devices. These supplies mean life or death to the millions of aliens that inhabit this planet. Why in the world would they wait till the last second to place this order? Don’t they know you’re over 100 lightyears away? It’s a good thing you have shuttle thrusters! One express delivery, coming right up!
As you’re passing Duval Galaxy, you’re hit by a large piece of space debris that takes out your ship. You prepare for a crash landing. You and your alien crew survive the impact, but now your ship is in shambles. In the distance, you notice another aircraft. Maybe it has something that you could use to fix your ship? It looks deserted, you hope. On the side, you see strange markings. “U.S.A” I wonder what that means…
Are the owners of this strange aircraft still onboard?
Are they friendly?
Do they come in peace?
There isn’t a lot of time. The residents of Proxima Centauri b need you.