Fiction:Captain Reckless

(Please pardon me. This is a story/book/fanfiction and I am not sure if it belongs in the "Fiction:" prefix. If not, change it. If so, then read on. This is a rough draft and isn't really apart of anybody else's fan fiction universe things like the Xhodocto and such. But it is about the Grox and some other Maxis-made empires. Feedback is appreciated but not mandatory, of course.)

Chapter One
The place was freezing, enough to make you want to curl up by a fireplace and drink some hot coco and never leave again. At least, that was what I've been told sometimes. The dusty gray soil always flew up into your face when you took a step, and a jump could send you rocketing through space. Some people say its impossible to live on any such planet and that you'd die instantly from the barren wastelands and airless environment.

Unless, of course, you're me or my empire - The almighty Grox. And we don't give a crap for air.

I had just been entered in the Space Academy two moons ago, and I was already in love with it. The ships are nice and cold inside and really wake you up when you walk in them. Today, however, was my first time ever flying a Grox, however. All I've been doing is fixing broken circuts, engines, and waxing the cockpit until you could see your reflection like a clone.

Uurness is my name, but my buds call me Nessie. You say it Your-ness, like "your highness", but without the "high". They could never get it right.

But enough about me. Time to get on with the crazy things that have been happening.

At about noon this morning, I got a call from Captain Jeenna that I was to report to the dock at the Space Academy immediately. I didn't know what it was for at the time, so I just got my box of tools and hiked there.

Sure enough, Captain Jeena was standing on the other side of the gray hills with his ship idling next to him.

"Get in the ship, squirt," Jeena pointed at the second ship - smaller and a lighter purple, trimmed with silver.

"What's broken this time?" I grumbled and started to look for anything broken. But it was as shiny as the sun.

"It's not broken," The Captain corrected. "You're gonna ride it."

"Ride it?" The question hit me like a bullet hitting ice. "I'm an engineer, not a pilot."

"You will be," Jeena shoved me over. Reluctantly, I opened the hatch to the cockpit and slid inside the chair. There was a gazillion controls beeping and twitching, all way over my head as to what they were.

TBC