Novel: An oddball group of astronauts are sent into the unknown with little experience and problems ranging from minor to Ursa Major. Will the crew of the Celestion-5 go down in history as humanity's first travelers to Neptune, or will lousy luck, personal problems, and military mismanagement be the doom of these future stars?
Newest Chapter: It's Leon's birthday, but instead of enjoying it, he's weighed down with a lot of questions. Would someone be willing to answer them?
“Anyway,” he held his hands out, “imagine taking a buncha guys in there for assault, attempted murder, theft, actual murder, fraud–”
“Fraud??” Leon didn’t know for sure, but that sounded close to what Angelo did.
“Yeah, if it’s a big enough deal.” Aiden rested his goatee on the chairback. “Not all of us went in for violent stuff. Even some of the ones that did were chill. But we all ended up in the same place, and you never know what someone’ll do when they’re pushed over the edge.” His eyes widened. “We all knew that. You had to watch your back 24/7 ‘cause it was every man for himself in there.”
Every man for himself. Leon couldn’t picture his brother surviving in an atmosphere like that. Still, he searched for a silver lining. “But all you’d have to do is not push someone over the edge, right?”
Aiden looked him dead in the eye. “We were always being pushed over the edge. Try going to sleep with a buncha guys down the hall hollering the entire night, tryin’ to ignore your cellmate struggling on the toilet a foot away from your bed ‘cause the cafeteria spaghetti didn’t agree with him in a room half the size of this one all while the lights are still on and see how you feel when you wake up.”
Leon cringed. “That sounds, uhhh… Was it like that every night?”
“I was lucky enough to get a cellmate with butt problems.” Aiden sneered.