The Mercy of the Gods shook as it rode the raging space-time distortions. Gravity grasped at the ship from all sides. Alarms shrieked and metal moaned.
Captain Shilo gripped the arms of his chair and shouted to his Helmsman, “Krya.”
Krya yelled back over the screaming starship, “We’re committed now, captain; this trillion dollar ship just became the most expensive barrel ride in history.”
“Courage, Krya,” Shilo replied.
They spiralled down inside a tornado of angry physics.
Somewhere down there was Earth, and the Apocalypse Device. Shilo had never before had to disarm a bomb as it was actually exploding.
Author bio: John Xero is the editor at 101 Fiction.