A/N: I own most, if not all aspects of this story. That cleared up, let me explain a little bit of whats going on. Sevess Nal, a woman, in a ‘morally bankrupt social club’, meaning a terrorist orginazation. The story takes place in the Sirius galaxy, a few million light years away from Earth. Incase you didn’t notice, this is a Science Fiction story, that takes place in the future. Incase you don’t know what a banana fish is, let me explain: A Banana Fish went into a fishes den, in the ground, ate all of its eggs, got so fat, that it cant get out of the hole. It eventually starves to death.

Cast Of Characters, So far:

Jonathan Nal: Brother of Sevess Nal, Member of the Zefron Terrorist Group

Chazz Oprensa: Innocent Civillian, cuaght up in an evil plot to destroy the galaxy, by helping a dying woman.

Sandra Vrekklas: Sole supporter of the Zefron Terrorist Group, in the Government of the Sirius Galaxy, Sole benefactor of the Vrekklas fortune.

Act I, Scene I

Sevess walked through the door of Charlies Bar & Grill at the space station Thor, took a quick look around the room for her friend Skip, saw him at a table with three empty beer bottles next to him. She walked over to his table, sat next to him, and started talking.

“Hey Skip, whatcha doin?” she asked.

“What does it look like… i’m getting drunk…” he said, as if he was dying.

“That’s neat.” She said as if it was. “So are you ready for the inspection? The guys from Zefron are coming to find out who leaked.” She said.

“I’m as ready as ill ever be… I aint got nothin to hide.. why should I be worried?” He said, as confident as a banana fish is about getting out of a hole.
”I hope it wasn’t anyone we knew.” She said.

“Yeah… well.. I gotta go.” He said suspiciously.

When Sevess left the bar, she walked into a corridor that led to another bar on the other side of the station, so she could meet another member of her… morally questionable social club. As she passed an intersection of corridors, a bomb went off in the wall, which knocked her off her feet, and into the wall, knocking her unconscious immediately.

The hellish screams of the alarms sounded throughout Thor, and Chazz Oprensa ran through the hallway leading to his quarters. Its possible that none of his stuff was damaged, he thought. As he rounded the corner down hallway seven, section twelve, he saw a body. Not necessarily dead, but it was still a body. It was a woman. A small piece of the wall, which had been blown out, was stuck into her stomach. Her arm was obviously broken, as it was bent at a nintey degree angle, with the inner elbow facing out, and there was a pool of blood around her limp, and rapidly going pale, body. Chazz thought it would be a common courtesy to carry her to the med bay, so, being the ‘normal’ person he is, be picked her up, and started carrying he like a goat, to the med bay.

Sevess woke up about three hours after the bomb went off, in the over cramped med bay.

“Ugh… where am I?” She asked the nearest person, who happened to be Chazz.

“You’re in the medical bay… when the bomb went you got a piece of metal stuck in your stomach.” He said.
”Is that all?” Sevess said weakly.

“Depends on your definision of all..” Chazz said.

“Whats your name anyway…” Sevess said.

“My names Chazz… but people call me Cheerio.” He said.

“Cheerio… funny name.. hehe” Sevess said. The effort of luaghing was so great, that she faded into darkness.

Far away on a distant planet, Sevess‘s Brother Jonathan what wondering if the attack killed the traitors.

“Sandra… how can we be sure there all dead? I mean, it only took out 13 people. The station log reports said that at least 5000 people where there that night. That means any one of the traitors, if they were even there, could have survived. How do I know my sister wasn’t killed in the attack.. she was there on survailence… I need to get a list of who the people killed were.” He said, a bit urgently.

“Jonny.. don’t worry ill get you that list, im sure your sister is fine.. you need to calm down. I’ll get you that report by tommorow.. For now, lets enjoy what left of this dinner.” Sandra said, motioning to the dinner that had been prepared by the servents at the Vrekklas mansion. Yeah, Sandra was rich. She needed to be to be the sole supporter of the Zefron ‘Terrorist’ group. It was only called ‘Terrorism’ by he political opponents. She liked to think of it as.. a morally bankrupt social orginazation.

End of Act I, Scene I.