Routine exploring expedition. That's what it was supposed to be. At the beginning of the day, he could not have known that he would never lie in that same bed again. Of course, this is the Odyssey of Slayrman1919, Clone 1.

Mid-day. Slayrman was flying through Sinq Laison trying to find a good wormhole. He was now in Pucherie, his last stop before quitting for the day. A cosmic signature popped up on his radar. Hopeful that he had finally struck megacyte after a dry spell of wormholes, he started probing.

After 20 minutes, the wormhole was pinpointed. Slayr was eager; not that he hadn't gone in a wormhole before, but this one was of his own finding. Slayrman warped to the wormhole, and was amazed at how beautiful it was.

It was around 1300 EST(Eastern Star system Time). Slayrman entered the wormhole, with no thought of dieing, although death was already onboard, along for the ride, waiting until it could claim Slayrman's soul.

He was on the other side now. In his eagerness and curiosity, he flew to the planet in front of him as soon as he could. He realized as he warped away that the wormhole's coordinates had not been logged. No matter, he thought, he would probe it out when he was done exploring. He approached the planet, and he didn't need a scanner to see that the surface was desolate; once full with life, but now a graveyard for a past civilization. It made Slayr uneasy, but he quickly brushed the thoughts away. He would not meet the same fate as them. His automatic ship computer startled him as it was locking on to something, but he could not see anything himself.

Drones came out of nowhere. Slayrman did not see the recon ships on his overview screen. Ten drones quickly surrounded his ship, and all Slayr could do is pray to himself that he would survive. As his ship blew, his pod ejected and was spewed into space. The blast was tremendous, and he was knocked unconscious by the force. The recon ships did not kill him. They would wait until mother nature killed him...

SCANNING....LIVING TISSUE DETECTED....VITAL SIGNS---GOOD. INJECTING ADRENALINE BOOSTERS.

Slayr woke up with a harsh reality staring him in the face, he knew now that the exit was lost, and he would have to be rescued to have a chance at escaping.

CONTACTING--EagleNoFace...

"Wuss up Slayr?"

"Eagle, I'm stuck in a wormhole, I need extraction ASAP. I'm in a pod"

"Affirmative, rerouting to you're last known position."

"Hurry, I don't think I can last very long."

With that, Slayr fell back into his chair and slept until Eagle contacted him again. I would get saved, Slayr thought. Eagle was the most experienced pilot he knew.

RECEIVING--URGENT MESSAGE FROM EagleNoFace!!

Slayrman woke up with the wailing alarm. He rose up in his seat and checked the Voice Mail.

"Slayr! They've trapped me in null-sec! My Vexor was destroyed and I barely escaped with my pod! I can get out, but you will be on your own for this. I can't save you."

Slayr's heart sank, and he only had one other option. The one option he knew would likely yield failing results. All other experienced pilots he knew in the region were in Cryosleep. The only active pilot was Jacob Menard.

CONTACTING--JACOB MENARD

"Hello?"

"Jacob, I need you to probe a wormhole out in Pucherie. Hurry, I can't survive forever and Eagle was killed in null-sec trying to save me."

"I don't have the skills to probe, I'll have to read up on it."

"Shit, alright. I'll hold out a little longer."

"Uh, Slayr, I won't be done until tomorrow, the wormhole will close by then."

"We'll have to try."

Slayr went into a deep, scared sleep and prayed again that the God Of Slaying would help him through and keep him alive.

Slayrman slept until 930 the next morning, hoping some good news would come. He awoke as Jacob was transmitting a message.

RECEIVING--JACOB MENARD

"Did you find anyone to probe me out of here?"

"Kalum has been working to try to save you, to find a wormhole exit for you."

Kalum connected to the voice channel between Jacob and Slayr's pod.

"Slayr! I...I have some bad news. That wormhole has collapsed from the outside from too much traffic. There is no way to get inside....I'm.....I'm sorry, man."

"You have to do something!" Jacob squealed femininely.

Slayrman looked blankly into the endless reaches of space surrounded him. He now understood what his fate would be, the one of the planet he orbited.

Jacob spoke again:"Slayr, you've turned off your targeting computer. What's wrong?"

"I know now that there is no hope. I have been inside Hell. Now, I must go on to Heaven and the Beast Man."

"You can't..." Jacob was sobbing uncontrollably now.

"Tell my wives I love them. Tell my Minmatar slave that you are his new 'massa'. Goodbye"

"Don't..." was the last word Slayr heard from a friendly voice. He shut off his onboard systems. A few moments later, the system was warned of a self-destruction sequence.

Slayrman1919 spent his last moments not scared, but fulfilled. He had many pleasures in his life, like knowing the only two black Gallenteans, Edub and Shizaru. He sat back, thinking about his life, content with death, and just as soon, everything went white. Slayr was now in the presence of the Beast Man of Slaying.