Randomly Restructured Spacial Relativity STAR PILOT TRANSMISSION # 10 RRSR Randomly Restructured Spatial Relativity. That there's a mouthful, for certain, so we just say RRSR instead. The thing is, we found out how the heck I managed to git here from my galaxy and (even better) how to git me home. It seems I fell through - was sucked in by - no, transferred into an itty bitty portal in space the size of a pinhole. Yup!

How me and LaDy got tiny enough to begin with I figure only Alice in Wonderland knows, oh yeah and Agnus. But the real tricks are (A) doing it twice and (2) findin' the portal again. SID came in handy for that last bit. When we found him he was a gaseous cloud of metal eatin'. . .gas. Then Agnus made a suit of a special membrane to hold him so as he could have a proper body somethin' like ours, or any shape he felt like takin'. He became a crewman once it was safe.

Agnus extracted some of SID's innards with a syringe and sent it out the airlock. That little piece of SID, with all the same smarts as its bigger parts, started a search pattern in the area Agnus narrowed down as the Point Of Entry. It's only a meter square section of outer space, but the pinhole could be anywhere inside it. She figures that once we shrink down to go through it we need to be real close to the P.O.E. to prevent flyin' for months to get there. That's what RRSR is all about mostly. What a hoot.

SID sat by the window, watchin' himself go out the airlock, with a tire patch on his arm so as he wouldn't leak no more of himself out. He was only too happy to help, but he sorta wanted us to keep on chartin' the Lotus galaxy. There was this one remote spot SID was keen to visit before we said our bon voyages. He said he had memories of it. LaDy ejected a beacon at the P.O.E. to mark it for our return trip then set a course for the place where SID thought he'd find somethin' worth seein'. Agnus played match-the-color games with Flash. I went to sleep off far too much junk food and to dream of home.

Agnus woke me up a few hours later with a jolt. "Shaula, come quick. You've got to see this."

I went topside to see what all the fuss was about. I saw SID and Flash talkin' in colors faster than ever. Somethin' had them awfully excited.

I saw hazy orange clouds through the main viewer. "Is that all?"

"Shh. Those are SID's relatives," whispered Agnus. "They're starving way out here. SID wants to communicate with them."

"Oh heck, we can't feed all them clouds. LaDy needs dust and rocks for fuel, ya know? She's already got to support SID and Flash's eatin' habits."

"We can tow back food from a nearby planet to help them get strong enough to travel. Then they can follow us to the planet and feed themselves," SID suggested.

"Is it safe? I don't like the way they're hoverin' so close to LaDy's hull."

SID asked them to move back and wait for our return. They listened, and didn't seem to be a bit perturbed. Guess SID's family are all rather polite folk. Appreciative, too, seems like.

LaDy sped off to the planet Gusrealta and stuffed her barge with rocks high in minerals. SID couldn't help but sample the goodies himself. "Mmmmm. These will work just fine."

After ten trips, tons of rocks and nonstop munchin', the cloud colony had grown denser and brighter. In gas terms that was a good thing. SID let us know they were ready to go, so we led the way to Gusrealta.

The clouds hesitated to enter the planet's atmosphere at first, but SID said it would be okay. Once they were on the surface they got to tunnelin' through the ground and hillsides for food.

"My gosh, when do they ever stop eatin'?

Agnus was watching them from the ramp with me as we left. "Don't worry, Shaula. This planet has several large mineral deposits that should sustain them indefinitely."

"Will the little guy be okay?"

"Yes."

Flash had asked the cloud people to look for his kind while they were minin' and one of them actually came back with someone.

SID called it Bora, which means elder in rock talk. Bora was a real pretty plum color. It asked Flash many colorful questions that Flash needed Agnus to help answer.

Bora was buried far within the ground after travelin' along an underground river. The water got diverted uphill, the river dried up, and Bora was stranded there along with several others. SID's relatives offered to find the others and to gather them in a place of their choosin'. Flash said that water was fine by him so we found a pond where they could all live. We're sure gonna miss him.

SID needed to go with me and Agnus back to the P.O.E. We said our goodbyes and headed for the beacon. Wee SID had narrowed the search area to a single square foot while we were away.

"Good enough," said Agnus. "Let's go."

I'm no science minded guy, so I won't try to explain how we shrank down to the size we needed to be, but it worked. LaDy did the same maneuver we pulled when the portal first showed up. My clownin' around out of sheer boredom was a move we in the space academy referred to as 'flickin' off fleas -- and illegal as heck. It was a strange combo of rolls, spins, flips and swoops. We strapped in and did the whole sequence with the one added thruster punch LaDy stuck on the end and POOF, we was itty bitty again.

Now the fun begins to get to the portal before we expand and have to do the whole thing over. It'll be nice to be home again, but I sure will miss them multicolored stars. The snapshots LaDy took don't do them justice.

I'm sendin' this transmission on ahead so as somebody might git it and form a welcome home parade in my honor. Keep your fingers crossed.

End transmission,

Shaula Randolf Star Pilot:3rd Class, Agnus, Flash & SID

pilot

blue is the color
of happy-sad
sound of water splashin'

alternate dimensions?
hello-goodbye:
same syllable count
different feelings to compute
needs further analysis

galaxy beyond
white stars and gaseous planets
sounds like paradise