THIRTY-SEVEN
LUNDELL
Two months after speeding away from Earth with fighter jets following their ascent, Torben looked out of the cabin, across the calm sea. The ship had taken them home, coming through a wormhole a few million miles away from the planet of Biflux. They had been ordered to Lundell, Torben reporting to Commander Spelk, who had clapped him on the back as cheers rang out across the hangar, news to the captain’s heroics was the main talking point for all Biflex people. They had spent a few weeks at command, answering questions and receiving warm wishes from all they came across. Then an invitation had been extended to Torben, who had reported to the centre of the command post, a huge stone throne room, a throwback to a bygone era. He stood, facing a dozen Lomogs, trying not
