.....in for a pound!"

Emma is sprawled on the deck and the doctor is attempting to pull himself together. Currently, they're a little bit shocked by the force of the blow from the little man. Chief Engineer L'wisz Spornart has almost taken Captain Mervin Heckton's head off with his punch, when suddenly -

- some idiot turns off the lights*

And the gravity.

* 1955, Al Feldstein

"In for a penny..."

"MAC!! BLAST YE!!! -- Pilot, GET HER! THERE!!" and the Captain is pointing at something which the sensors read as a black hole AND a white dwarf.

"Captain, that thing will crush this ship into atoms and then spread us over the 47 known galaxies! It's impossible!"

"YOU'RE DISMISSED!" he shouts, and knocks Emma from her chair. He then pushes "full throttle forward."

Amidst the screaming of the ship's hull, the Doctor can be heard shouting, as you enter a darkness that you can actually taste.

Prologue:

Ship's journal, Day 001:

Mac was my partner, my best friend, and my wife. Sheila McBride, innocent looking redhead with a mean right hook, we met in a bar fight. I don’t drink, but my crew does, and Gary3 tried to pick her up. He was pretty insistent, and she had to belt him - one punch and he was out.

“Congratulations,” I told her, “you just knocked out the scout with the tenderest glass jaw in five systems.”

She eyed me. “Maybe you want to pick up where your buddy left off?”

“Not me,” I said with my best wide-eyed expression. “Gary is always ticking people off, then leading with his chin. That’s why he’s on his third clone now.”

She laughed. It occurred to me that she was the prettiest looking thing I’d seen since going to space. Even if she was a wolfbabe. That was before.

Before she betrayed us all and put a price on our necks.