“I can’t believe it!” Gash Hunter stormed past Snorri on the powered-down space station. “That was Logan, I swear! Son of a b***h!” “You’re too young to say that,” Snorri said calmly, to which Gash replied in even more reprimandable terms. “Do you have evidence it was him?” “He teleported just like we practiced! It had to be him!” “He is not the only one beside yourself with that power, you know,” Snorri said. “But it is indeed rare. His ship is docked here, how about we pay him a visit?” “Where do you think I’m going?” Gash grinded his yellow teeth and walked on to Logan Spacebound’s airlock. When they barged into the Jumper, Logan Spacebound was leaning on his pilot seat, feet on top of the helm of a lightless cockpit. He gazed out into the once bright Megafleet, now mostly dark.

