Methandril stalks the corridor, power fluttering on and off. The great ooze creature they captured on Exilon VIII turned out to have a highly acidic fear response. Now after eating through three security guards and a dozen sealed doors, it was up to him to stop it.  

Checking the security sensors, he notes the creature is nearing the outer wall of the ship.  

Methandril's eyes suddenly dart about, searching. Then he spots it. "I hope the bathrooms are pressure sealed," he mutters to himself.

Animated earth spins about by forces unseen. A breath of life stirs a new essence into it.  

Save the rabbit, save the world.

Deep in the mists of time exist those brave particles that make up the mists. The Particons!  

Bravely facing negative charges and unstable molecules, they fight for their very half-lives.  

In the mists, nobody says, "Don't worry, it's just water."

Aboard the glistening silver stone to skip through the torrential vortex. Following the holes through universes, to find those that were lost.  

713 all told.

Once per solar cycle, Andonia's greatest moon reaches its closest distance from the planet, twenty-three kilometers! Luckily, this moon is quite small, but incredibly dense.  

Many of the avian beings of Andonia fly as high as they can to greet the roaring body as it tears through the upper atmosphere. The shockwave from its passage is felt throughout the globe and great rejoicing ensues, followed by the traditional festival known as "The Structural Reinforcing of One's Home and Office".  

The celebration of the moon's transit is second only to the following holiday known as "The Little Lunar Aftermath", which usually involves rather a lot of cleaning.

Celebrate! It's the first Super Happy Extreme Day in Andonia since the Great Invasion.  

On this day, all Andonians share their love with whomever is standing around willing to listen.

The Andonian planar transporter was tested and ready for its first live launch. The target zone on the distant planet was set. Stickman readied himself, bidding farewell to his family and five children.  

Vast energies built up in the reactor as the dimensional warp was brought to critical density. Stickman stood at the vacuum point. Suddenly a tear opened and between frames of the video cameras, Stickman was gone.  

Monitoring crews opened a live video channel to Stickman at the target. It was very dark, but momentum sensors indicated Stickman was moving at a walking pace. Then with great relief, a voice message came through.  

"Am I there? Or is this the sub-sub-basement? It's really humid in here," came Stickman's tinny voice from the distant world.  

"We read you loud and clear, Stick," relayed an Andonian monitor, "We'll be monitoring you continuously. Mark your current position so you can return to it for call-back," reported a monitor.  

A bit of a pause followed and systems showed Stickman standing still. "Stick, you ok?"  

"Uh, does it have to be exactly the same place?" asked Stickman over the airless void.  

"Yes, pretty much. Give or take a few centimeters," responded the monitor calmly.  

"Y'see, I kinda fell a bit when I first arrived. Didn't hurt, but there's no way I can get myself up there again for the recall unless I find a way to float," said Stickman uneasily.  

A trace of concern filled the Andonian monitoring centre on hearing that point. The monitor quickly responded, "We're tagging your position now. Try to find a food source in the meantime. We'll see if we can shift the target zone safely."  

"Sure. I'll go look around for some salad or something... keep in touch," confirmed Stickman. "It's really dark in here, and this place smells like cats."