Fiction:The way of the wormholes.

arrival
A wide open field with short green grass over looking a small town. a small herd of short, round, three-legged creatures is quietly grazing. this planet has no natural color in its atmosphere meaning the planet is always under the bright stars. suddenly a large blue rift appears directly over the field. the animals scatter before the fast approaching ship even exits the portal. "BRACE! BRAAACCEEE! DAMMIT CORPORAL WHATS HAPPENING TO OUR LANDING SYSTEMS?!?!" " I-I DONT KNOW SIR! THEY'RE NOT RESPONDING!... NOTHINGS RESPONDING!" just as the ship is about to hit the ground a small invisible cushion stops the ship and gently sets it down on the field. "urrrgh.... *ulp*. corpral?... whats *hic* the status of our *hic* ship?" "ohh dear spode.... i saw my life flash before me..... lots of typing.... SO MUCH TYPING!" "corporal get ahold of yourself *hic*" "captain is that you?...... why are you drunk?" "im not drunk soldier! i just *hic* was startled by the *hic* landing" there is a long pause. "well sir the ships shot.... not sure how we landed but the portal tore us to bits anyways..." "well thats fine and dandy! *sigh*... lets just see if were somewhere where we can get some parts" as the two slowly crawl out of the wreckage they are greeted by the last thing they would have expected... "WELL HEEEEELLLOOOOOOO!" "oh gods thats-" the corporal moaned quite audibly and began crawling back into the ship. "not again sir... im retiring now.. i think ill just go lay down and die..." "corporal wait dont you know where we are?!?... we are in the Galactic CORE!" "YOU GUYS GOT IT! WINNER WINNER! CHICKEN DINNER!" "OH I KNOW SIR!" the corporal continued crawling away quite quickly now that he was aware that the small rotating disk was moving progressively closer. "believe me! I KNOW!"