Wonderland? Why, yes I have been there. It is off the coast of Never-land. A sort of between Oz and Kathmandu. However, on the Chinese side. Not the Nepal side of the Tibetan hiding place of the garden of paradise near the ocean. Few people realize that in England. The reader with the assumption that Alice was English. That small portals or wrap hole or rabbit holes lead to the tunnels that crisscross Europe leading to all sorts of places in the world and elsewhere. Any ways, Charles Lutwidge Dodgson talk with great-great Uncle Richard Francis Burton lead to his rather oddity book. About a place that great Uncle Burton talked about during the night tea. Uncle Burton talked about how he and a madman. That made hats for a living. Once fell through a hole following a historical piece stolen by what only he could describe was a fast moving bunny rabbit which he never caught. The hat maker in one of Uncle Burton’s many tales. Was given the name of Gregor MacGregor after a discussion that he never was sure his real name but that he was a hat maker was for sure. The title unofficial or not was part of the real tale told by Uncle Burton when he would take a shot of whiskey. There was this map. Which was the special historical piece which was stolen? The map that could take people cross time, space, and supposedly worlds. The mad hatter MacGregor had stumbled upon this map during his conquest of the republic of Poyais. Just where had the map come from? Who knows? However uncle Burton told how titling MacGregor at times pirate or cacique of Poyais. Had at one time pirated a Spanish ship that had treasures coming from Europe to Venezuela. At times one had to ask uncle Burton was he sure that the ship was not coming from South America to Europe. Or why would Spain send treasure to South America? Whiskey at times tell tales and you have to verify and wonder about them. No. Uncle Burton was sure that MacGregor had said the ship was bound to Panama City. A catholic cardinal or some high official carrying books, maps, and to a pirate very little useful spoils to be spent. Anyway where was I? Oh, yes. The dream. Or was this the dream? Dreaming is awful sorrowful these days. Watching the end of time. The wheel has spun out of control and watching time spin backwards billions of years people forget. Pray for peace. Anyway a twinkle in my eye I am not there any more. Humor a map. Yes yes that was where this story was supposed to go. AH, yes. After some wine. Let me see. Getting back to the map of the universe, Wonderland, Sir Barton, Pirate known as MacGregor, and well the rabbit that stole the map of the universe. Where was I? ah, yes. Uncle Burton or Sir Barton the man was everywhere in 1800s he lived a charmed life. He and Mr. MacGregor meet off the coast of India. General Pirate MacGregor had the map with him and was on an expedition to Nepal. The idea of gaining more investors for his territory in Venezuela required that he have something special. The map indicated a gold statue which MacGregor had promised one of his investors. Sir Burton was not Sir at this time. He was a young man in I believe he said he was it the 15th or 18th Bombay Native Infantry based in Gujarat and under the command of General Charles James Napie. Anyway Uncle Burton was one of the few learned white men that was interested in languages and learned oh gosh lots according to Uncle Burton. I think a short list was a proficient speaker of Hindustani, Gujarati, Punjabi, Sindhi, Saraiki and Marathi as well as Persian and Arabic. Anyway, Mr. MacGregor arrived in India aboard a steamship and was lost looking for someone to help with languages in Bombay. The two meet er per Uncle Burton at a brothel. At this time, Mr. MacGregor was calling himself Cazique of Poyais. In layman’s term, a chief of a South American country to which he was selling land, and other items to any would be an investor. The two meet over a woman. She introduced Uncle Burton to Cazique of Poyais in English. Because she had listened to Mr. MacGregor tale and thought that Uncle Burton could help. Any ways Mr.MacGregor vice general of the Venezuela army over a drink told this story. He was in a battle with some locals in Caracas. A cannon ball had bounced and hit right under him while he was reviewing an old map he had liberated as a pirate from a priest or cardinal. The cannon ball had exploded, and when he had awoke, he was in Bombay of all places. He had served her Majesty for a few years and recognized the city from stories he heard during service. Well, he had folded up his map and found that he had some loose coins. Stumbling into a local house of ill repute, he had meet the lady which had introduced the Uncle Burton. In short order, the two had made plans to follow the map. That changed daily to a shrine where Oro in Spanish was spelled out on mountain claiming to border India and China. The weird part was that the map would change at times. And the outline of England with territories named Oz, Never-land and other lands unknown in the 1840s were shown. Anyway, Uncle Burton, Division general MacGregor outfitted a small team to remove said statue of gold for financial gains. The team comprised two others, a mule, and supplies. They set out in 1945 or 1956 depending on which reality you would count the years in. They crossed the mountain range. One night while sleeping near a lake. Some bodies as Uncle Burton would described them snatched one of the two mule handlers. His description that one moment the guy was carrying firewood back to the fire. The next a hooping dead person or as the Chinese people later would call a vampire hopped out of the lake and grabbed the guy. The other three attempted to get their companion back fighting the bodies. Uncle Burton eyes would stop for a moment. In disbelief he would say that the flesh of the skulls came off most of the bodies. They tried however their mule handler had his throat ripped out and bleed to death. He shook his head. The bodies just ate their mule handler. And slurped up his blood where ever it fell on the ground. With slurping sounds that memories made Uncle Burton shiver just recollecting the happening. Now, running away from them. Burton, MacGregor, a mule handler, and mule came to a posted sign in the middle of the mountains between India and China. They had left their tents and sleeping gear. The mule evidently had some food left on it being unpacked while one of the mule handlers had gotten wood for the fire. To say they were not equipped is the correct statement. However, MacGregor had his book and map, which he insisted they check before going a step more. The mule and mule handler would not listen to this and just took the left side of the posted sign and left. The slurping undead were far behind. However, they still could be heard, so a lighted torch was made from some torn material and the map and book consulted.

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Space Marines come to see the worlds in the advertisement. If I had known, I would guard waste on some far-flung outpost that even the criminals did not use to hide on. I would have joined something else. The world had a view they expected everyone to serve. I could have joined the Peace Corps inter-planet Volunteers. Seen something exotic while working for the internal secret service. A waste outpost. Could be worse. I had a couple of buddies that joined the foreign legion. They were now collecting hazard pay fighting in one of the many galactic battles that humanity somehow finds itself in. My solo comfort? Here the other three guards and I just take six-hour shifts on control panels and cameras while cleaning our weapons. Talking with them on downtime was rather sad. An ex-Foreign legion soldier who had both his eyes replaced because of a shock grenade going off by his head. His stories were wild. About wars on three different systems. Fighting bugs, to humanoids, to animals looking like cats that he swore were the most dangerous creatures on earth. The other one a boyish kid and the commanding staff representative because we did not even rate an officer on this dump was an old soldier from when the Space Marines first started fighting. His tales of fighting along some of the bravest legions were odd. Meaning if he was in some of those firefights, why was he stuck here on this dump? The young kid? His story was even worse than mine. Which I found funny. After getting drunk one night after his finals, he ended up in the recruiting office, signed up and shipped off to basic training even before getting his college transcript and degree. Yes, he had graduated. Yes, he had signed up for officer training school, was what he thought. However, the signature and date did not apply to him not having the degree in hand upon that date and so instead of an officer here he was guarding a garbage dump of waste. My story? Sad. I had finished the Grey class at Mr. Lee’s school of extraordinary people. Signed on to protect a person as a bodyguard. Did a good job too. The problem with me? Simple. In protecting my client, I had killed a woman who had tried to assassinate him. Now, few people know this but killing a woman. Killing a woman considered poor form. And thus after several job changes from being placed on perimeter detail to guardian the dogs. I hid for a time. Two-year hitch in the Space Marines did not sound that good. The problem with time and space. Assignments sometimes get lost and instead of two years I ended up on a two-year voyage in space and a two-year assignment on a waste dump. Sure the food was okay. However, four guys on a. That is just it. It was not really a planet. It was a dump of waste from well weaponry that was abandoned by other species and considered too dangerous to be alone wherever they found it. They had built it up for nearly 50 years before they shut it down. The control station had a wonderful old gym. Even in an entertainment lounge for 50 people at the height of the creation of this dump, there were something like 100 people working here. Now? Usually two of us would watch old videos from five to 10 years ago. The station’s inter-planet connection was off, allowing only reports to come and go. Then one day the reports from the inter-planet connection just stopped. Nothing came in. Now for me? I got peeved at their treachery. A six-year term, four years on ship flight and two years of service only to get forgotten was much. The argument between the four of us was what happened. And what should we do? Our food supply was for the four of us for two years. Meaning each rotation they brought in food for the next group of suckers and took the poor devils off the dump. Since legendary was up for rotation off within a month. His food rations were almost up. That made us a bit concerned. Since no one was taking action, I started a small garden in an old room that locked up for no use because there was no one to use it. I got the other three involved and soon we had a garden that was producing food and since it was like a greenhouse because of lighting and water was available; the garden grew and food was available for a time. What had happened to the Space Marines? The non-commissioned official assured us we would get paid and that life would continue once the inter-planet shipment of the next arrival would happen. The month went by and no ship appeared. Along that time, the kid who was still attempting to prove himself for whatever reason by studying to become an officer quoted rules and tried to enforce regulations. This did not help at all. Just when I opened up the third garden room. He heard the message on the inter-planet connection. The ex Legionary heard it, for it was his shift. The message was not good. The Space Marines are gone. Wiped out. The wars that had been funding both sides of whatever galactic war was going on had turned on humanity. We were on our own. 10 days later a ship arrived. It was a slow ship. However, heavily armed. Inside were refugees from several colony planets wiped out. We got them set up in the extra spare rooms. And found we had an officer of the old Space Marines among those in the crew. His story was of betrayal. Evidently both sides of the war went after humans at once and wiped out almost all the human colonies and few surviving ships and military ships were now running for their lives. The question I had to ask was this took two years to reach here for the military. How did they reach us within six months? And that is when we discovered how bad humanity they had destroyed, for the last inter-planet connection message sent evidently two years ago. And somehow this dump or waste had fallen within that time well or close enough to a Blackhole that time had slowed down. That the war had happened five years ago and according to dates we had actually been not just 1.6 years on this planet by close to 50 years. After sometime more ships came to the dump, which was now the home of the largest human outpost. A lot has changed. I, having served my two years plus without pay, joined a pirating ship which was staying in the area. And that is how I became Ender the pirate. The reason for me to ship out was that someone recognized me from what had happened before humanity ended up on a waste dump. It was unpleasant. This caused me to change my name and well. Find a way off the dump. The only way was piracy, and the survival rates weren’t high. Now shipping out of the dump or waste planet caught in a black hole was an interesting experience. First the name change. For my prior colleagues might not know my story, the bar that had opened up in a room knew my story. I was sort of left alone because people felt I was a bit off. This helped in finding a ship called the Skimmer with a crew that was putting in and out pirating supplies from other planets. The captain, an ex-Space Marine, signed me up immediately upon my request. The reason? He usually lost half or more of his crew. Thus, I became a pirate trying to survive in a galaxy that was hunting down humanity. That the dump which I had lived on for evidently 50 or more years had fallen into a black hole and most of the galaxy did not even know of its existence proved useful for humanity. The planet grew in population and status with humanity. The Skimmer set out to take on a supply freighter heading to the Orion arm of the Orion Nebula close to the Orion sector. Because of the Blackhole holding the planet timeframe, the captain had to push the ship to make up the difference between caught in a black hole and the route the freighter would be taking. To say our speed was fast is an understatement of a tale. That the Skimmer reached the freighter just as it was slowing down made the attack sudden and fast. The pirates including myself flew in within moments of the freighter stopping and had cut a hole in an airlock within seconds. That all the pirates were wearing air suits. Made the operation quick and fast. In we went, and to our amazement most of the fighting lasted at the bridge of the freighter where most of the crew had sealed the entrance and fought to the last alien. The Skimmer was being refitted at the dump. Several spaceships from a variety of realities of human colonies to planets completely owned by humans had taken refuge in the dump. A planet caught evidently on the edge of a black-hole. Not falling into it. But without the proper speed and navigational map, a place where entire fleets could be lost. The Skimmer, a smuggler spaceship fitted with extra large generators and weaponry that used some dump’s natural resources of waste. The invention created by some refugees from a planet that had been the most advanced technological site for humanity before being wiped out in the galactic wars. That Ender had been placed now third in command of the Skimmer meant little. He was still cleaning, patrolling, and installing equipment instead of overseeing anyone. That the next pirating or pillaging was going out coordinated with what is left of the human military space arm: some total of 423 variety of spaceships that had survived the holocaust that had wiped out most of humanity and left only the dump was going to be interesting. The reports of mass slaughter of humanity were still coming in and since the black-hole spun and time was a question of one’s mind. The whole idea was to take back at least one world where humans were still fighting. The problem was every single ship coming back reporting in said the same thing. Aliens had taken their world. The dump a waste protection site built for storing weapons waste of aliens some 130 years ago. The last solo human survival site. The decision was to hit as many worlds with as much power as possible to make sure that the aliens felt pain and hurt. They chose fifteen planets. They assigned the Skimmer to capture supplies for ships that were supposedly going to planet New Hope. The dump needed food. Secondary part of the mission in the search for food to feed the growing human population on the dump. The Skimmer went out with 49 ships to do a planet wide scrap. Which meant to burn the atmosphere from the planet and pillage as much as possible from the aliens. The primary goal? Retaliation meaning the dump had now only three million people. Out of a population of some 60 billion that had been spread across some 400 colonies, planets, etc. That the planets which were most valued were the target to take away resources was the plan. The Skimmer finding a small vessel with little weaponry easily overpowered the ship. Taking the ship completely however per orders, taking no prisoners. The few aliens that surrendered all non-humanoids were pushed into the airlock and into space. The new vessel quickly re-christened Mad Dog and a complement of the Skimmer ship sent to crew it. The rest of the ships went on a scorched earth ravage. Burning the atmosphere away from the planet. The planet tried to surrender, but since they had burnt the three billion humans that had lived there some 50 years ago. They reached no truce. Everything that could be found from space as we hit targets. The atmosphere burnt away. They destroyed six ships from a variety of weapon platforms and three military ships that had been stationed there. The fleet seized several non-military ships, replacing those listed missing instead of 49 ships going back to the dump there were 71 ships. Back at the dump, the military declared the war on the planets interesting. There were more ships in the fleet now. And the fleet found no more humans on any of the planets that had been destroyed. What was remarkable was that the aliens seemed to think that humans had died off some thousands of years ago, and thus the defense systems for the planets they had stolen had been less than expected? Meaning the alien empire had expanded across what was human domain and forgotten about humanity, it would seem that the black hole had hidden what was left of humanity from the aliens for a time being. They gave Ender command of a small personal craft which could hold six people normally. However, since pirating was the only way to maintain three million human souls on the dump. They assigned a complete fifteen persons crew to the ship. Ender liked the name Skimmer. Re-christened his ship the Black Skimmer. Now, with the freighter under some control. We unloaded the cargo that was on the freighter to the Skimmer. The plan was to use the freighter to sneak into a blockaded world where some humans were being held. After the fighting and unloading, we soon discovered we had lost about 69 men. Out of a crew of 100. Which meant we were kind of short handed to handle two spaceships. So instead of sneaking into a planet to help humans. The decision was to take the freighter to a location while the Skimmer refitted and re-crewed back at the dump. I got placed back on guard duty on the freighter in an orbit around a dead sun. The twelve of us crewed the freighter. The second in command of the Skimmer was now Captain of the newly gained freighter since the freighter name was in an alien language first order to rename the freighter. It got re-christened Trojan. Because most of the crew still held out the hope, they could pull the original plan off. That more humans will be saved by the plan which originally required a small army to gain access to a prison center on a planet where the freighter was to dock in three days. The need for more men and to repair what damage we could to Trojan along with patrolling the freighter because we were unsure if any aliens left on board was long shifts and work. My name change happened because of the firefight with the aliens. The alien crew of 40 were all in a locked down bridge which was supposed to control the ship in case of mutiny or boarding. The crew was fighting for their lives because most of the humans fighting back had lost someone already and were mad at aliens. Me? I was just tired. So instead of protection or anything, I just threw myself into the firefight, moving ahead while others hid behind walls and equipment. Since this was life or death. I just kept on killing until there was nothing left on the bridge. That is how I became known as Ender. Because 69 Skimmer crew members died. I finished the last of the alien crew within the bridge. So let alone did I get a new name, they promoted me to sort of second in charge of Trojan. This was news to me. I just wanted to be paid. That the cargo was going back to the dump, and this ship was waiting to help more humans really did not excite me much. Let’s be honest, I had spent what seemed like a year plus on a dump which turned into something like 50 plus years because of the planet falling into a black hole made me rather reckless. Being second in command. I at least did not have to do anything more than command. However, I was me and I patrolled, found flaws in the ship. And worked even harder to keep the small crew working the freighter in orbit hoping somehow along the way I find a place in this new reality of the galaxy I lived in. Some 29 hours the Skimmer was back, along with a complement of 140 crew for the Trojan. That the ex-Legionary was among the crew was okay. That he did not seem to care about my name change was nice. The repairs to the Trojan and new crew our two ships left at top speed to the planet that used to be called New Hope. A human colony that at one time had a few billion people. And now? Rumors and conspiracy had the population down to something like a few hundred trapped in a prison. The plan was simple. Land the freighter in the prison yard to collect the humans. While the Skimmer kept the planet's defenses busy. Simple, they say is the best plan. We landed the freighter right where the prison was. The problem? It was not humans that were there. It was another alien species that was humanoid. Since we committed the whole 140 landing party to the rescue we brought on close to another 130 alien humanoids. While losing 100 of our landing party. That there were more humanoids than humans on the Trojan made me laugh when the count was made. The prisoners told how the last humans had been hauled off and burnt alive was horrifying. That the humanoids were next and that they were happy to be saved did nothing to help or lighten the mood of the crew. The Trojan could not return to the dump because it was for all we knew the last place of humanity. Since we were without any ideas we met up with the Skimmer and decided to leave the Trojan with the humanoids and go on another mission of piracy to get more supplies for the dump. So Ender with a crew of 14 went out on the Black Skimmer. Since the space fleet had grown instead of shrunk and the human population needed food more people were placed on ships in the hopes to find both another ship and food. That the alien empire had lost track of humanity because humanity had hidden at the dump and somehow the blackhole slowing moving the planet had slowed down time by a thousand years. The alien empire was not prepared for war on the scale that was unleashed with humanities fleets and crews hungry to live. The fleet had grown to six hundred spaceships from personal vessels now unfitted with new weaponary to old military ships that were filled with people in the hopes of finding food for the dump. The three million souls of humanity needed food. So the whole fleet was put out to find worlds where human food was possible. That the orders were no survivors no prisoners because the alien empire had wiped out 60 billion humans and 400 planets of colony or full fledged planets of humanity was the order given. That each person was stuck with wearing a bomb to ensure no capture of any humans was possible made everyone a bit nervous onboard the ships. Ender now in charge of the ship due to seniority and having been third in line for the Shimmer called his crew together. That the Space Marines or what was left of it had given him the mission to find out what was left of earth was a secret. However, Ender being who he was or is or will be. Told his crew. Their duty was to get to the earth Sol system and find out if earth was gone. That Intelligence from that sector of Sagittarius not Orion had stopped forthcoming to anyone on any channels for sometime that question was something of interest to the people on the dump. That no ships from earth had made it to the dump left the intel as if nothing had ever been of earth.So Ender with a crew of 14 went out on the Black Skimmer. Since the space fleet had grown instead of shrunk and the human population needed food more people were placed on ships in the hopes to find both another ship and food. That the alien empire had lost track of humanity because humanity had hidden at the dump and somehow the blackhole slowing moving the planet had slowed down time by a thousand years. The alien empire was not prepared for war on the scale that was unleashed with humanities fleets and crews hungry to live. The fleet had grown to six hundred spaceships from personal vessels now unfitted with new weaponary to old military ships that were filled with people in the hopes of finding food for the dump. The three million souls of humanity needed food. So the whole fleet was put out to find worlds where human food was possible. That the orders were no survivors no prisoners because the alien empire had wiped out 60 billion humans and 400 planets of colony or full fledged planets of humanity was the order given. That each person was stuck with wearing a bomb to ensure no capture of any humans was possible made everyone a bit nervous onboard the ships. Ender now in charge of the ship due to seniority and having been third in line for the Shimmer called his crew together. That the Space Marines or what was left of it had given him the mission to find out what was left of earth was a secret. However, Ender being who he was or is or will be. Told his crew. Their duty was to get to the earth Sol system and find out if earth was gone. That Intelligence from that sector of Sagittarius not Orion had stopped forthcoming to anyone on any channels for sometime that question was something of interest to the people on the dump. That no ships from earth had made it to the dump left the intel as if nothing had ever been of earth.
Space Marines come to see the worlds in the advertisement. If I had known, I would guard waste on some far-flung outpost that even the criminals did not use to hide on. I would have joined something else. The world had a view they expected everyone to serve. I could have joined the Peace Corps inter-planet Volunteers. Seen something exotic while working for the internal secret service. A waste outpost. Could be worse. I had a couple of buddies that joined the foreign legion. They were now collecting hazard pay fighting in one of the many galactic battles that humanity somehow finds itself in. My solo comfort? Here the other three guards and I just take six-hour shifts on control panels and cameras while cleaning our weapons. Talking with them on downtime was rather sad. An ex-Foreign legion soldier who had both his eyes replaced because of a shock grenade going off by his head. His stories were wild. About wars on three different systems. Fighting bugs, to humanoids, to animals looking like cats that he swore were the most dangerous creatures on earth. The other one a boyish kid and the commanding staff representative because we did not even rate an officer on this dump was an old soldier from when the Space Marines first started fighting. His tales of fighting along some of the bravest legions were odd. Meaning if he was in some of those firefights, why was he stuck here on this dump? The young kid? His story was even worse than mine. Which I found funny. After getting drunk one night after his finals, he ended up in the recruiting office, signed up and shipped off to basic training even before getting his college transcript and degree. Yes, he had graduated. Yes, he had signed up for officer training school, was what he thought. However, the signature and date did not apply to him not having the degree in hand upon that date and so instead of an officer here he was guarding a garbage dump of waste. My story? Sad. I had finished the Grey class at Mr. Lee’s school of extraordinary people. Signed on to protect a person as a bodyguard. Did a good job too. The problem with me? Simple. In protecting my client, I had killed a woman who had tried to assassinate him. Now, few people know this but killing a woman. Killing a woman considered poor form. And thus after several job changes from being placed on perimeter detail to guardian the dogs. I hid for a time. Two-year hitch in the Space Marines did not sound that good. The problem with time and space. Assignments sometimes get lost and instead of two years I ended up on a two-year voyage in space and a two-year assignment on a waste dump. Sure the food was okay. However, four guys on a. That is just it. It was not really a planet. It was a dump of waste from well weaponry that was abandoned by other species and considered too dangerous to be alone wherever they found it. They had built it up for nearly 50 years before they shut it down. The control station had a wonderful old gym. Even in an entertainment lounge for 50 people at the height of the creation of this dump, there were something like 100 people working here. Now? Usually two of us would watch old videos from five to 10 years ago. The station’s inter-planet connection was off, allowing only reports to come and go. Then one day the reports from the inter-planet connection just stopped. Nothing came in. Now for me? I got peeved at their treachery. A six-year term, four years on ship flight and two years of service only to get forgotten was much. The argument between the four of us was what happened. And what should we do? Our food supply was for the four of us for two years. Meaning each rotation they brought in food for the next group of suckers and took the poor devils off the dump. Since legendary was up for rotation off within a month. His food rations were almost up. That made us a bit concerned. Since no one was taking action, I started a small garden in an old room that locked up for no use because there was no one to use it. I got the other three involved and soon we had a garden that was producing food and since it was like a greenhouse because of lighting and water was available; the garden grew and food was available for a time. What had happened to the Space Marines? The non-commissioned official assured us we would get paid and that life would continue once the inter-planet shipment of the next arrival would happen. The month went by and no ship appeared. Along that time, the kid who was still attempting to prove himself for whatever reason by studying to become an officer quoted rules and tried to enforce regulations. This did not help at all. Just when I opened up the third garden room. He heard the message on the inter-planet connection. The ex Legionary heard it, for it was his shift. The message was not good. The Space Marines are gone. Wiped out. The wars that had been funding both sides of whatever galactic war was going on had turned on humanity. We were on our own. 10 days later a ship arrived. It was a slow ship. However, heavily armed. Inside were refugees from several colony planets wiped out. We got them set up in the extra spare rooms. And found we had an officer of the old Space Marines among those in the crew. His story was of betrayal. Evidently both sides of the war went after humans at once and wiped out almost all the human colonies and few surviving ships and military ships were now running for their lives. The question I had to ask was this took two years to reach here for the military. How did they reach us within six months? And that is when we discovered how bad humanity they had destroyed, for the last inter-planet connection message sent evidently two years ago. And somehow this dump or waste had fallen within that time well or close enough to a Blackhole that time had slowed down. That the war had happened five years ago and according to dates we had actually been not just 1.6 years on this planet by close to 50 years. After sometime more ships came to the dump, which was now the home of the largest human outpost. A lot has changed. I, having served my two years plus without pay, joined a pirating ship which was staying in the area. And that is how I became Ender the pirate. The reason for me to ship out was that someone recognized me from what had happened before humanity ended up on a waste dump. It was unpleasant. This caused me to change my name and well. Find a way off the dump. The only way was piracy, and the survival rates weren’t high. Now shipping out of the dump or waste planet caught in a black hole was an interesting experience. First the name change. For my prior colleagues might not know my story, the bar that had opened up in a room knew my story. I was sort of left alone because people felt I was a bit off. This helped in finding a ship called the Skimmer with a crew that was putting in and out pirating supplies from other planets. The captain, an ex-Space Marine, signed me up immediately upon my request. The reason? He usually lost half or more of his crew. Thus, I became a pirate trying to survive in a galaxy that was hunting down humanity. That the dump which I had lived on for evidently 50 or more years had fallen into a black hole and most of the galaxy did not even know of its existence proved useful for humanity. The planet grew in population and status with humanity. The Skimmer set out to take on a supply freighter heading to the Orion arm of the Orion Nebula close to the Orion sector. Because of the Blackhole holding the planet timeframe, the captain had to push the ship to make up the difference between caught in a black hole and the route the freighter would be taking. To say our speed was fast is an understatement of a tale. That the Skimmer reached the freighter just as it was slowing down made the attack sudden and fast. The pirates including myself flew in within moments of the freighter stopping and had cut a hole in an airlock within seconds. That all the pirates were wearing air suits. Made the operation quick and fast. In we went, and to our amazement most of the fighting lasted at the bridge of the freighter where most of the crew had sealed the entrance and fought to the last alien. The Skimmer was being refitted at the dump. Several spaceships from a variety of realities of human colonies to planets completely owned by humans had taken refuge in the dump. A planet caught evidently on the edge of a black-hole. Not falling into it. But without the proper speed and navigational map, a place where entire fleets could be lost. The Skimmer, a smuggler spaceship fitted with extra large generators and weaponry that used some dump’s natural resources of waste. The invention created by some refugees from a planet that had been the most advanced technological site for humanity before being wiped out in the galactic wars. That Ender had been placed now third in command of the Skimmer meant little. He was still cleaning, patrolling, and installing equipment instead of overseeing anyone. That the next pirating or pillaging was going out coordinated with what is left of the human military space arm: some total of 423 variety of spaceships that had survived the holocaust that had wiped out most of humanity and left only the dump was going to be interesting. The reports of mass slaughter of humanity were still coming in and since the black-hole spun and time was a question of one’s mind. The whole idea was to take back at least one world where humans were still fighting. The problem was every single ship coming back reporting in said the same thing. Aliens had taken their world. The dump a waste protection site built for storing weapons waste of aliens some 130 years ago. The last solo human survival site. The decision was to hit as many worlds with as much power as possible to make sure that the aliens felt pain and hurt. They chose fifteen planets. They assigned the Skimmer to capture supplies for ships that were supposedly going to planet New Hope. The dump needed food. Secondary part of the mission in the search for food to feed the growing human population on the dump. The Skimmer went out with 49 ships to do a planet wide scrap. Which meant to burn the atmosphere from the planet and pillage as much as possible from the aliens. The primary goal? Retaliation meaning the dump had now only three million people. Out of a population of some 60 billion that had been spread across some 400 colonies, planets, etc. That the planets which were most valued were the target to take away resources was the plan. The Skimmer finding a small vessel with little weaponry easily overpowered the ship. Taking the ship completely however per orders, taking no prisoners. The few aliens that surrendered all non-humanoids were pushed into the airlock and into space. The new vessel quickly re-christened Mad Dog and a complement of the Skimmer ship sent to crew it. The rest of the ships went on a scorched earth ravage. Burning the atmosphere away from the planet. The planet tried to surrender, but since they had burnt the three billion humans that had lived there some 50 years ago. They reached no truce. Everything that could be found from space as we hit targets. The atmosphere burnt away. They destroyed six ships from a variety of weapon platforms and three military ships that had been stationed there. The fleet seized several non-military ships, replacing those listed missing instead of 49 ships going back to the dump there were 71 ships. Back at the dump, the military declared the war on the planets interesting. There were more ships in the fleet now. And the fleet found no more humans on any of the planets that had been destroyed. What was remarkable was that the aliens seemed to think that humans had died off some thousands of years ago, and thus the defense systems for the planets they had stolen had been less than expected? Meaning the alien empire had expanded across what was human domain and forgotten about humanity, it would seem that the black hole had hidden what was left of humanity from the aliens for a time being. They gave Ender command of a small personal craft which could hold six people normally. However, since pirating was the only way to maintain three million human souls on the dump. They assigned a complete fifteen persons crew to the ship. Ender liked the name Skimmer. Re-christened his ship the Black Skimmer. Now, with the freighter under some control. We unloaded the cargo that was on the freighter to the Skimmer. The plan was to use the freighter to sneak into a blockaded world where some humans were being held. After the fighting and unloading, we soon discovered we had lost about 69 men. Out of a crew of 100. Which meant we were kind of short handed to handle two spaceships. So instead of sneaking into a planet to help humans. The decision was to take the freighter to a location while the Skimmer refitted and re-crewed back at the dump. I got placed back on guard duty on the freighter in an orbit around a dead sun. The twelve of us crewed the freighter. The second in command of the Skimmer was now Captain of the newly gained freighter since the freighter name was in an alien language first order to rename the freighter. It got re-christened Trojan. Because most of the crew still held out the hope, they could pull the original plan off. That more humans will be saved by the plan which originally required a small army to gain access to a prison center on a planet where the freighter was to dock in three days. The need for more men and to repair what damage we could to Trojan along with patrolling the freighter because we were unsure if any aliens left on board was long shifts and work. My name change happened because of the firefight with the aliens. The alien crew of 40 were all in a locked down bridge which was supposed to control the ship in case of mutiny or boarding. The crew was fighting for their lives because most of the humans fighting back had lost someone already and were mad at aliens. Me? I was just tired. So instead of protection or anything, I just threw myself into the firefight, moving ahead while others hid behind walls and equipment. Since this was life or death. I just kept on killing until there was nothing left on the bridge. That is how I became known as Ender. Because 69 Skimmer crew members died. I finished the last of the alien crew within the bridge. So let alone did I get a new name, they promoted me to sort of second in charge of Trojan. This was news to me. I just wanted to be paid. That the cargo was going back to the dump, and this ship was waiting to help more humans really did not excite me much. Let’s be honest, I had spent what seemed like a year plus on a dump which turned into something like 50 plus years because of the planet falling into a black hole made me rather reckless. Being second in command. I at least did not have to do anything more than command. However, I was me and I patrolled, found flaws in the ship. And worked even harder to keep the small crew working the freighter in orbit hoping somehow along the way I find a place in this new reality of the galaxy I lived in. Some 29 hours the Skimmer was back, along with a complement of 140 crew for the Trojan. That the ex-Legionary was among the crew was okay. That he did not seem to care about my name change was nice. The repairs to the Trojan and new crew our two ships left at top speed to the planet that used to be called New Hope. A human colony that at one time had a few billion people. And now? Rumors and conspiracy had the population down to something like a few hundred trapped in a prison. The plan was simple. Land the freighter in the prison yard to collect the humans. While the Skimmer kept the planet's defenses busy. Simple, they say is the best plan. We landed the freighter right where the prison was. The problem? It was not humans that were there. It was another alien species that was humanoid. Since we committed the whole 140 landing party to the rescue we brought on close to another 130 alien humanoids. While losing 100 of our landing party. That there were more humanoids than humans on the Trojan made me laugh when the count was made. The prisoners told how the last humans had been hauled off and burnt alive was horrifying. That the humanoids were next and that they were happy to be saved did nothing to help or lighten the mood of the crew. The Trojan could not return to the dump because it was for all we knew the last place of humanity. Since we were without any ideas we met up with the Skimmer and decided to leave the Trojan with the humanoids and go on another mission of piracy to get more supplies for the dump. So Ender with a crew of 14 went out on the Black Skimmer. Since the space fleet had grown instead of shrunk and the human population needed food more people were placed on ships in the hopes to find both another ship and food. That the alien empire had lost track of humanity because humanity had hidden at the dump and somehow the blackhole slowing moving the planet had slowed down time by a thousand years. The alien empire was not prepared for war on the scale that was unleashed with humanities fleets and crews hungry to live. The fleet had grown to six hundred spaceships from personal vessels now unfitted with new weaponary to old military ships that were filled with people in the hopes of finding food for the dump. The three million souls of humanity needed food. So the whole fleet was put out to find worlds where human food was possible. That the orders were no survivors no prisoners because the alien empire had wiped out 60 billion humans and 400 planets of colony or full fledged planets of humanity was the order given. That each person was stuck with wearing a bomb to ensure no capture of any humans was possible made everyone a bit nervous onboard the ships. Ender now in charge of the ship due to seniority and having been third in line for the Shimmer called his crew together. That the Space Marines or what was left of it had given him the mission to find out what was left of earth was a secret. However, Ender being who he was or is or will be. Told his crew. Their duty was to get to the earth Sol system and find out if earth was gone. That Intelligence from that sector of Sagittarius not Orion had stopped forthcoming to anyone on any channels for sometime that question was something of interest to the people on the dump. That no ships from earth had made it to the dump left the intel as if nothing had ever been of earth.So Ender with a crew of 14 went out on the Black Skimmer. Since the space fleet had grown instead of shrunk and the human population needed food more people were placed on ships in the hopes to find both another ship and food. That the alien empire had lost track of humanity because humanity had hidden at the dump and somehow the blackhole slowing moving the planet had slowed down time by a thousand years. The alien empire was not prepared for war on the scale that was unleashed with humanities fleets and crews hungry to live. The fleet had grown to six hundred spaceships from personal vessels now unfitted with new weaponary to old military ships that were filled with people in the hopes of finding food for the dump. The three million souls of humanity needed food. So the whole fleet was put out to find worlds where human food was possible. That the orders were no survivors no prisoners because the alien empire had wiped out 60 billion humans and 400 planets of colony or full fledged planets of humanity was the order given. That each person was stuck with wearing a bomb to ensure no capture of any humans was possible made everyone a bit nervous onboard the ships. Ender now in charge of the ship due to seniority and having been third in line for the Shimmer called his crew together. That the Space Marines or what was left of it had given him the mission to find out what was left of earth was a secret. However, Ender being who he was or is or will be. Told his crew. Their duty was to get to the earth Sol system and find out if earth was gone. That Intelligence from that sector of Sagittarius not Orion had stopped forthcoming to anyone on any channels for sometime that question was something of interest to the people on the dump. That no ships from earth had made it to the dump left the intel as if nothing had ever been of earth.

More from Pray for Peace. War is evil. War is crazy. Pray for Peace. No war with Iran.

Space Marines come to see the worlds in the advertisement. If I had known, I would guard waste on some far-flung outpost that even the criminals did not use to hide on. I would have joined something else. The world had a view they expected everyone to serve. I could have joined the Peace Corps inter-planet Volunteers. Seen something exotic while working for the internal secret service. A waste outpost. Could be worse. I had a couple of buddies that joined the foreign legion. They were now collecting hazard pay fighting in one of the many galactic battles that humanity somehow finds itself in. My solo comfort? Here the other three guards and I just take six-hour shifts on control panels and cameras while cleaning our weapons. Talking with them on downtime was rather sad. An ex-Foreign legion soldier who had both his eyes replaced because of a shock grenade going off by his head. His stories were wild. About wars on three different systems. Fighting bugs, to humanoids, to animals looking like cats that he swore were the most dangerous creatures on earth. The other one a boyish kid and the commanding staff representative because we did not even rate an officer on this dump was an old soldier from when the Space Marines first started fighting. His tales of fighting along some of the bravest legions were odd. Meaning if he was in some of those firefights, why was he stuck here on this dump? The young kid? His story was even worse than mine. Which I found funny. After getting drunk one night after his finals, he ended up in the recruiting office, signed up and shipped off to basic training even before getting his college transcript and degree. Yes, he had graduated. Yes, he had signed up for officer training school, was what he thought. However, the signature and date did not apply to him not having the degree in hand upon that date and so instead of an officer here he was guarding a garbage dump of waste. My story? Sad. I had finished the Grey class at Mr. Lee’s school of extraordinary people. Signed on to protect a person as a bodyguard. Did a good job too. The problem with me? Simple. In protecting my client, I had killed a woman who had tried to assassinate him. Now, few people know this but killing a woman. Killing a woman considered poor form. And thus after several job changes from being placed on perimeter detail to guardian the dogs. I hid for a time. Two-year hitch in the Space Marines did not sound that good. The problem with time and space. Assignments sometimes get lost and instead of two years I ended up on a two-year voyage in space and a two-year assignment on a waste dump. Sure the food was okay. However, four guys on a. That is just it. It was not really a planet. It was a dump of waste from well weaponry that was abandoned by other species and considered too dangerous to be alone wherever they found it. They had built it up for nearly 50 years before they shut it down. The control station had a wonderful old gym. Even in an entertainment lounge for 50 people at the height of the creation of this dump, there were something like 100 people working here. Now? Usually two of us would watch old videos from five to 10 years ago. The station’s inter-planet connection was off, allowing only reports to come and go. Then one day the reports from the inter-planet connection just stopped. Nothing came in. Now for me? I got peeved at their treachery. A six-year term, four years on ship flight and two years of service only to get forgotten was much. The argument between the four of us was what happened. And what should we do? Our food supply was for the four of us for two years. Meaning each rotation they brought in food for the next group of suckers and took the poor devils off the dump. Since legendary was up for rotation off within a month. His food rations were almost up. That made us a bit concerned. Since no one was taking action, I started a small garden in an old room that locked up for no use because there was no one to use it. I got the other three involved and soon we had a garden that was producing food and since it was like a greenhouse because of lighting and water was available; the garden grew and food was available for a time. What had happened to the Space Marines? The non-commissioned official assured us we would get paid and that life would continue once the inter-planet shipment of the next arrival would happen. The month went by and no ship appeared. Along that time, the kid who was still attempting to prove himself for whatever reason by studying to become an officer quoted rules and tried to enforce regulations. This did not help at all. Just when I opened up the third garden room. He heard the message on the inter-planet connection. The ex Legionary heard it, for it was his shift. The message was not good. The Space Marines are gone. Wiped out. The wars that had been funding both sides of whatever galactic war was going on had turned on humanity. We were on our own. 10 days later a ship arrived. It was a slow ship. However, heavily armed. Inside were refugees from several colony planets wiped out. We got them set up in the extra spare rooms. And found we had an officer of the old Space Marines among those in the crew. His story was of betrayal. Evidently both sides of the war went after humans at once and wiped out almost all the human colonies and few surviving ships and military ships were now running for their lives. The question I had to ask was this took two years to reach here for the military. How did they reach us within six months? And that is when we discovered how bad humanity they had destroyed, for the last inter-planet connection message sent evidently two years ago. And somehow this dump or waste had fallen within that time well or close enough to a Blackhole that time had slowed down. That the war had happened five years ago and according to dates we had actually been not just 1.6 years on this planet by close to 50 years. After sometime more ships came to the dump, which was now the home of the largest human outpost. A lot has changed. I, having served my two years plus without pay, joined a pirating ship which was staying in the area. And that is how I became Ender the pirate. The reason for me to ship out was that someone recognized me from what had happened before humanity ended up on a waste dump. It was unpleasant. This caused me to change my name and well. Find a way off the dump. The only way was piracy, and the survival rates weren’t high. Now shipping out of the dump or waste planet caught in a black hole was an interesting experience. First the name change. For my prior colleagues might not know my story, the bar that had opened up in a room knew my story. I was sort of left alone because people felt I was a bit off. This helped in finding a ship called the Skimmer with a crew that was putting in and out pirating supplies from other planets. The captain, an ex-Space Marine, signed me up immediately upon my request. The reason? He usually lost half or more of his crew. Thus, I became a pirate trying to survive in a galaxy that was hunting down humanity. That the dump which I had lived on for evidently 50 or more years had fallen into a black hole and most of the galaxy did not even know of its existence proved useful for humanity. The planet grew in population and status with humanity. The Skimmer set out to take on a supply freighter heading to the Orion arm of the Orion Nebula close to the Orion sector. Because of the Blackhole holding the planet timeframe, the captain had to push the ship to make up the difference between caught in a black hole and the route the freighter would be taking. To say our speed was fast is an understatement of a tale. That the Skimmer reached the freighter just as it was slowing down made the attack sudden and fast. The pirates including myself flew in within moments of the freighter stopping and had cut a hole in an airlock within seconds. That all the pirates were wearing air suits. Made the operation quick and fast. In we went, and to our amazement most of the fighting lasted at the bridge of the freighter where most of the crew had sealed the entrance and fought to the last alien. The Skimmer was being refitted at the dump. Several spaceships from a variety of realities of human colonies to planets completely owned by humans had taken refuge in the dump. A planet caught evidently on the edge of a black-hole. Not falling into it. But without the proper speed and navigational map, a place where entire fleets could be lost. The Skimmer, a smuggler spaceship fitted with extra large generators and weaponry that used some dump’s natural resources of waste. The invention created by some refugees from a planet that had been the most advanced technological site for humanity before being wiped out in the galactic wars. That Ender had been placed now third in command of the Skimmer meant little. He was still cleaning, patrolling, and installing equipment instead of overseeing anyone. That the next pirating or pillaging was going out coordinated with what is left of the human military space arm: some total of 423 variety of spaceships that had survived the holocaust that had wiped out most of humanity and left only the dump was going to be interesting. The reports of mass slaughter of humanity were still coming in and since the black-hole spun and time was a question of one’s mind. The whole idea was to take back at least one world where humans were still fighting. The problem was every single ship coming back reporting in said the same thing. Aliens had taken their world. The dump a waste protection site built for storing weapons waste of aliens some 130 years ago. The last solo human survival site. The decision was to hit as many worlds with as much power as possible to make sure that the aliens felt pain and hurt. They chose fifteen planets. They assigned the Skimmer to capture supplies for ships that were supposedly going to planet New Hope. The dump needed food. Secondary part of the mission in the search for food to feed the growing human population on the dump. The Skimmer went out with 49 ships to do a planet wide scrap. Which meant to burn the atmosphere from the planet and pillage as much as possible from the aliens. The primary goal? Retaliation meaning the dump had now only three million people. Out of a population of some 60 billion that had been spread across some 400 colonies, planets, etc. That the planets which were most valued were the target to take away resources was the plan. The Skimmer finding a small vessel with little weaponry easily overpowered the ship. Taking the ship completely however per orders, taking no prisoners. The few aliens that surrendered all non-humanoids were pushed into the airlock and into space. The new vessel quickly re-christened Mad Dog and a complement of the Skimmer ship sent to crew it. The rest of the ships went on a scorched earth ravage. Burning the atmosphere away from the planet. The planet tried to surrender, but since they had burnt the three billion humans that had lived there some 50 years ago. They reached no truce. Everything that could be found from space as we hit targets. The atmosphere burnt away. They destroyed six ships from a variety of weapon platforms and three military ships that had been stationed there. The fleet seized several non-military ships, replacing those listed missing instead of 49 ships going back to the dump there were 71 ships. Back at the dump, the military declared the war on the planets interesting. There were more ships in the fleet now. And the fleet found no more humans on any of the planets that had been destroyed. What was remarkable was that the aliens seemed to think that humans had died off some thousands of years ago, and thus the defense systems for the planets they had stolen had been less than expected? Meaning the alien empire had expanded across what was human domain and forgotten about humanity, it would seem that the black hole had hidden what was left of humanity from the aliens for a time being. They gave Ender command of a small personal craft which could hold six people normally. However, since pirating was the only way to maintain three million human souls on the dump. They assigned a complete fifteen persons crew to the ship. Ender liked the name Skimmer. Re-christened his ship the Black Skimmer. Now, with the freighter under some control. We unloaded the cargo that was on the freighter to the Skimmer. The plan was to use the freighter to sneak into a blockaded world where some humans were being held. After the fighting and unloading, we soon discovered we had lost about 69 men. Out of a crew of 100. Which meant we were kind of short handed to handle two spaceships. So instead of sneaking into a planet to help humans. The decision was to take the freighter to a location while the Skimmer refitted and re-crewed back at the dump. I got placed back on guard duty on the freighter in an orbit around a dead sun. The twelve of us crewed the freighter. The second in command of the Skimmer was now Captain of the newly gained freighter since the freighter name was in an alien language first order to rename the freighter. It got re-christened Trojan. Because most of the crew still held out the hope, they could pull the original plan off. That more humans will be saved by the plan which originally required a small army to gain access to a prison center on a planet where the freighter was to dock in three days. The need for more men and to repair what damage we could to Trojan along with patrolling the freighter because we were unsure if any aliens left on board was long shifts and work. My name change happened because of the firefight with the aliens. The alien crew of 40 were all in a locked down bridge which was supposed to control the ship in case of mutiny or boarding. The crew was fighting for their lives because most of the humans fighting back had lost someone already and were mad at aliens. Me? I was just tired. So instead of protection or anything, I just threw myself into the firefight, moving ahead while others hid behind walls and equipment. Since this was life or death. I just kept on killing until there was nothing left on the bridge. That is how I became known as Ender. Because 69 Skimmer crew members died. I finished the last of the alien crew within the bridge. So let alone did I get a new name, they promoted me to sort of second in charge of Trojan. This was news to me. I just wanted to be paid. That the cargo was going back to the dump, and this ship was waiting to help more humans really did not excite me much. Let’s be honest, I had spent what seemed like a year plus on a dump which turned into something like 50 plus years because of the planet falling into a black hole made me rather reckless. Being second in command. I at least did not have to do anything more than command. However, I was me and I patrolled, found flaws in the ship. And worked even harder to keep the small crew working the freighter in orbit hoping somehow along the way I find a place in this new reality of the galaxy I lived in. Some 29 hours the Skimmer was back, along with a complement of 140 crew for the Trojan. That the ex-Legionary was among the crew was okay. That he did not seem to care about my name change was nice. The repairs to the Trojan and new crew our two ships left at top speed to the planet that used to be called New Hope. A human colony that at one time had a few billion people. And now? Rumors and conspiracy had the population down to something like a few hundred trapped in a prison. The plan was simple. Land the freighter in the prison yard to collect the humans. While the Skimmer kept the planet's defenses busy. Simple, they say is the best plan. We landed the freighter right where the prison was. The problem? It was not humans that were there. It was another alien species that was humanoid. Since we committed the whole 140 landing party to the rescue we brought on close to another 130 alien humanoids. While losing 100 of our landing party. That there were more humanoids than humans on the Trojan made me laugh when the count was made. The prisoners told how the last humans had been hauled off and burnt alive was horrifying. That the humanoids were next and that they were happy to be saved did nothing to help or lighten the mood of the crew. The Trojan could not return to the dump because it was for all we knew the last place of humanity. Since we were without any ideas we met up with the Skimmer and decided to leave the Trojan with the humanoids and go on another mission of piracy to get more supplies for the dump. So Ender with a crew of 14 went out on the Black Skimmer. Since the space fleet had grown instead of shrunk and the human population needed food more people were placed on ships in the hopes to find both another ship and food. That the alien empire had lost track of humanity because humanity had hidden at the dump and somehow the blackhole slowing moving the planet had slowed down time by a thousand years. The alien empire was not prepared for war on the scale that was unleashed with humanities fleets and crews hungry to live. The fleet had grown to six hundred spaceships from personal vessels now unfitted with new weaponary to old military ships that were filled with people in the hopes of finding food for the dump. The three million souls of humanity needed food. So the whole fleet was put out to find worlds where human food was possible. That the orders were no survivors no prisoners because the alien empire had wiped out 60 billion humans and 400 planets of colony or full fledged planets of humanity was the order given. That each person was stuck with wearing a bomb to ensure no capture of any humans was possible made everyone a bit nervous onboard the ships. Ender now in charge of the ship due to seniority and having been third in line for the Shimmer called his crew together. That the Space Marines or what was left of it had given him the mission to find out what was left of earth was a secret. However, Ender being who he was or is or will be. Told his crew. Their duty was to get to the earth Sol system and find out if earth was gone. That Intelligence from that sector of Sagittarius not Orion had stopped forthcoming to anyone on any channels for sometime that question was something of interest to the people on the dump. That no ships from earth had made it to the dump left the intel as if nothing had ever been of earth.So Ender with a crew of 14 went out on the Black Skimmer. Since the space fleet had grown instead of shrunk and the human population needed food more people were placed on ships in the hopes to find both another ship and food. That the alien empire had lost track of humanity because humanity had hidden at the dump and somehow the blackhole slowing moving the planet had slowed down time by a thousand years. The alien empire was not prepared for war on the scale that was unleashed with humanities fleets and crews hungry to live. The fleet had grown to six hundred spaceships from personal vessels now unfitted with new weaponary to old military ships that were filled with people in the hopes of finding food for the dump. The three million souls of humanity needed food. So the whole fleet was put out to find worlds where human food was possible. That the orders were no survivors no prisoners because the alien empire had wiped out 60 billion humans and 400 planets of colony or full fledged planets of humanity was the order given. That each person was stuck with wearing a bomb to ensure no capture of any humans was possible made everyone a bit nervous onboard the ships. Ender now in charge of the ship due to seniority and having been third in line for the Shimmer called his crew together. That the Space Marines or what was left of it had given him the mission to find out what was left of earth was a secret. However, Ender being who he was or is or will be. Told his crew. Their duty was to get to the earth Sol system and find out if earth was gone. That Intelligence from that sector of Sagittarius not Orion had stopped forthcoming to anyone on any channels for sometime that question was something of interest to the people on the dump. That no ships from earth had made it to the dump left the intel as if nothing had ever been of earth.
Space Marines come to see the worlds in the advertisement. If I had known, I would guard waste on some far-flung outpost that even the criminals did not use to hide on. I would have joined something else. The world had a view they expected everyone to serve. I could have joined the Peace Corps inter-planet Volunteers. Seen something exotic while working for the internal secret service. A waste outpost. Could be worse. I had a couple of buddies that joined the foreign legion. They were now collecting hazard pay fighting in one of the many galactic battles that humanity somehow finds itself in. My solo comfort? Here the other three guards and I just take six-hour shifts on control panels and cameras while cleaning our weapons. Talking with them on downtime was rather sad. An ex-Foreign legion soldier who had both his eyes replaced because of a shock grenade going off by his head. His stories were wild. About wars on three different systems. Fighting bugs, to humanoids, to animals looking like cats that he swore were the most dangerous creatures on earth. The other one a boyish kid and the commanding staff representative because we did not even rate an officer on this dump was an old soldier from when the Space Marines first started fighting. His tales of fighting along some of the bravest legions were odd. Meaning if he was in some of those firefights, why was he stuck here on this dump? The young kid? His story was even worse than mine. Which I found funny. After getting drunk one night after his finals, he ended up in the recruiting office, signed up and shipped off to basic training even before getting his college transcript and degree. Yes, he had graduated. Yes, he had signed up for officer training school, was what he thought. However, the signature and date did not apply to him not having the degree in hand upon that date and so instead of an officer here he was guarding a garbage dump of waste. My story? Sad. I had finished the Grey class at Mr. Lee’s school of extraordinary people. Signed on to protect a person as a bodyguard. Did a good job too. The problem with me? Simple. In protecting my client, I had killed a woman who had tried to assassinate him. Now, few people know this but killing a woman. Killing a woman considered poor form. And thus after several job changes from being placed on perimeter detail to guardian the dogs. I hid for a time. Two-year hitch in the Space Marines did not sound that good. The problem with time and space. Assignments sometimes get lost and instead of two years I ended up on a two-year voyage in space and a two-year assignment on a waste dump. Sure the food was okay. However, four guys on a. That is just it. It was not really a planet. It was a dump of waste from well weaponry that was abandoned by other species and considered too dangerous to be alone wherever they found it. They had built it up for nearly 50 years before they shut it down. The control station had a wonderful old gym. Even in an entertainment lounge for 50 people at the height of the creation of this dump, there were something like 100 people working here. Now? Usually two of us would watch old videos from five to 10 years ago. The station’s inter-planet connection was off, allowing only reports to come and go. Then one day the reports from the inter-planet connection just stopped. Nothing came in. Now for me? I got peeved at their treachery. A six-year term, four years on ship flight and two years of service only to get forgotten was much. The argument between the four of us was what happened. And what should we do? Our food supply was for the four of us for two years. Meaning each rotation they brought in food for the next group of suckers and took the poor devils off the dump. Since legendary was up for rotation off within a month. His food rations were almost up. That made us a bit concerned. Since no one was taking action, I started a small garden in an old room that locked up for no use because there was no one to use it. I got the other three involved and soon we had a garden that was producing food and since it was like a greenhouse because of lighting and water was available; the garden grew and food was available for a time. What had happened to the Space Marines? The non-commissioned official assured us we would get paid and that life would continue once the inter-planet shipment of the next arrival would happen. The month went by and no ship appeared. Along that time, the kid who was still attempting to prove himself for whatever reason by studying to become an officer quoted rules and tried to enforce regulations. This did not help at all. Just when I opened up the third garden room. He heard the message on the inter-planet connection. The ex Legionary heard it, for it was his shift. The message was not good. The Space Marines are gone. Wiped out. The wars that had been funding both sides of whatever galactic war was going on had turned on humanity. We were on our own. 10 days later a ship arrived. It was a slow ship. However, heavily armed. Inside were refugees from several colony planets wiped out. We got them set up in the extra spare rooms. And found we had an officer of the old Space Marines among those in the crew. His story was of betrayal. Evidently both sides of the war went after humans at once and wiped out almost all the human colonies and few surviving ships and military ships were now running for their lives. The question I had to ask was this took two years to reach here for the military. How did they reach us within six months? And that is when we discovered how bad humanity they had destroyed, for the last inter-planet connection message sent evidently two years ago. And somehow this dump or waste had fallen within that time well or close enough to a Blackhole that time had slowed down. That the war had happened five years ago and according to dates we had actually been not just 1.6 years on this planet by close to 50 years. After sometime more ships came to the dump, which was now the home of the largest human outpost. A lot has changed. I, having served my two years plus without pay, joined a pirating ship which was staying in the area. And that is how I became Ender the pirate. The reason for me to ship out was that someone recognized me from what had happened before humanity ended up on a waste dump. It was unpleasant. This caused me to change my name and well. Find a way off the dump. The only way was piracy, and the survival rates weren’t high. Now shipping out of the dump or waste planet caught in a black hole was an interesting experience. First the name change. For my prior colleagues might not know my story, the bar that had opened up in a room knew my story. I was sort of left alone because people felt I was a bit off. This helped in finding a ship called the Skimmer with a crew that was putting in and out pirating supplies from other planets. The captain, an ex-Space Marine, signed me up immediately upon my request. The reason? He usually lost half or more of his crew. Thus, I became a pirate trying to survive in a galaxy that was hunting down humanity. That the dump which I had lived on for evidently 50 or more years had fallen into a black hole and most of the galaxy did not even know of its existence proved useful for humanity. The planet grew in population and status with humanity. The Skimmer set out to take on a supply freighter heading to the Orion arm of the Orion Nebula close to the Orion sector. Because of the Blackhole holding the planet timeframe, the captain had to push the ship to make up the difference between caught in a black hole and the route the freighter would be taking. To say our speed was fast is an understatement of a tale. That the Skimmer reached the freighter just as it was slowing down made the attack sudden and fast. The pirates including myself flew in within moments of the freighter stopping and had cut a hole in an airlock within seconds. That all the pirates were wearing air suits. Made the operation quick and fast. In we went, and to our amazement most of the fighting lasted at the bridge of the freighter where most of the crew had sealed the entrance and fought to the last alien. The Skimmer was being refitted at the dump. Several spaceships from a variety of realities of human colonies to planets completely owned by humans had taken refuge in the dump. A planet caught evidently on the edge of a black-hole. Not falling into it. But without the proper speed and navigational map, a place where entire fleets could be lost. The Skimmer, a smuggler spaceship fitted with extra large generators and weaponry that used some dump’s natural resources of waste. The invention created by some refugees from a planet that had been the most advanced technological site for humanity before being wiped out in the galactic wars. That Ender had been placed now third in command of the Skimmer meant little. He was still cleaning, patrolling, and installing equipment instead of overseeing anyone. That the next pirating or pillaging was going out coordinated with what is left of the human military space arm: some total of 423 variety of spaceships that had survived the holocaust that had wiped out most of humanity and left only the dump was going to be interesting. The reports of mass slaughter of humanity were still coming in and since the black-hole spun and time was a question of one’s mind. The whole idea was to take back at least one world where humans were still fighting. The problem was every single ship coming back reporting in said the same thing. Aliens had taken their world. The dump a waste protection site built for storing weapons waste of aliens some 130 years ago. The last solo human survival site. The decision was to hit as many worlds with as much power as possible to make sure that the aliens felt pain and hurt. They chose fifteen planets. They assigned the Skimmer to capture supplies for ships that were supposedly going to planet New Hope. The dump needed food. Secondary part of the mission in the search for food to feed the growing human population on the dump. The Skimmer went out with 49 ships to do a planet wide scrap. Which meant to burn the atmosphere from the planet and pillage as much as possible from the aliens. The primary goal? Retaliation meaning the dump had now only three million people. Out of a population of some 60 billion that had been spread across some 400 colonies, planets, etc. That the planets which were most valued were the target to take away resources was the plan. The Skimmer finding a small vessel with little weaponry easily overpowered the ship. Taking the ship completely however per orders, taking no prisoners. The few aliens that surrendered all non-humanoids were pushed into the airlock and into space. The new vessel quickly re-christened Mad Dog and a complement of the Skimmer ship sent to crew it. The rest of the ships went on a scorched earth ravage. Burning the atmosphere away from the planet. The planet tried to surrender, but since they had burnt the three billion humans that had lived there some 50 years ago. They reached no truce. Everything that could be found from space as we hit targets. The atmosphere burnt away. They destroyed six ships from a variety of weapon platforms and three military ships that had been stationed there. The fleet seized several non-military ships, replacing those listed missing instead of 49 ships going back to the dump there were 71 ships. Back at the dump, the military declared the war on the planets interesting. There were more ships in the fleet now. And the fleet found no more humans on any of the planets that had been destroyed. What was remarkable was that the aliens seemed to think that humans had died off some thousands of years ago, and thus the defense systems for the planets they had stolen had been less than expected? Meaning the alien empire had expanded across what was human domain and forgotten about humanity, it would seem that the black hole had hidden what was left of humanity from the aliens for a time being. They gave Ender command of a small personal craft which could hold six people normally. However, since pirating was the only way to maintain three million human souls on the dump. They assigned a complete fifteen persons crew to the ship. Ender liked the name Skimmer. Re-christened his ship the Black Skimmer. Now, with the freighter under some control. We unloaded the cargo that was on the freighter to the Skimmer. The plan was to use the freighter to sneak into a blockaded world where some humans were being held. After the fighting and unloading, we soon discovered we had lost about 69 men. Out of a crew of 100. Which meant we were kind of short handed to handle two spaceships. So instead of sneaking into a planet to help humans. The decision was to take the freighter to a location while the Skimmer refitted and re-crewed back at the dump. I got placed back on guard duty on the freighter in an orbit around a dead sun. The twelve of us crewed the freighter. The second in command of the Skimmer was now Captain of the newly gained freighter since the freighter name was in an alien language first order to rename the freighter. It got re-christened Trojan. Because most of the crew still held out the hope, they could pull the original plan off. That more humans will be saved by the plan which originally required a small army to gain access to a prison center on a planet where the freighter was to dock in three days. The need for more men and to repair what damage we could to Trojan along with patrolling the freighter because we were unsure if any aliens left on board was long shifts and work. My name change happened because of the firefight with the aliens. The alien crew of 40 were all in a locked down bridge which was supposed to control the ship in case of mutiny or boarding. The crew was fighting for their lives because most of the humans fighting back had lost someone already and were mad at aliens. Me? I was just tired. So instead of protection or anything, I just threw myself into the firefight, moving ahead while others hid behind walls and equipment. Since this was life or death. I just kept on killing until there was nothing left on the bridge. That is how I became known as Ender. Because 69 Skimmer crew members died. I finished the last of the alien crew within the bridge. So let alone did I get a new name, they promoted me to sort of second in charge of Trojan. This was news to me. I just wanted to be paid. That the cargo was going back to the dump, and this ship was waiting to help more humans really did not excite me much. Let’s be honest, I had spent what seemed like a year plus on a dump which turned into something like 50 plus years because of the planet falling into a black hole made me rather reckless. Being second in command. I at least did not have to do anything more than command. However, I was me and I patrolled, found flaws in the ship. And worked even harder to keep the small crew working the freighter in orbit hoping somehow along the way I find a place in this new reality of the galaxy I lived in. Some 29 hours the Skimmer was back, along with a complement of 140 crew for the Trojan. That the ex-Legionary was among the crew was okay. That he did not seem to care about my name change was nice. The repairs to the Trojan and new crew our two ships left at top speed to the planet that used to be called New Hope. A human colony that at one time had a few billion people. And now? Rumors and conspiracy had the population down to something like a few hundred trapped in a prison. The plan was simple. Land the freighter in the prison yard to collect the humans. While the Skimmer kept the planet's defenses busy. Simple, they say is the best plan. We landed the freighter right where the prison was. The problem? It was not humans that were there. It was another alien species that was humanoid. Since we committed the whole 140 landing party to the rescue we brought on close to another 130 alien humanoids. While losing 100 of our landing party. That there were more humanoids than humans on the Trojan made me laugh when the count was made. The prisoners told how the last humans had been hauled off and burnt alive was horrifying. That the humanoids were next and that they were happy to be saved did nothing to help or lighten the mood of the crew. The Trojan could not return to the dump because it was for all we knew the last place of humanity. Since we were without any ideas we met up with the Skimmer and decided to leave the Trojan with the humanoids and go on another mission of piracy to get more supplies for the dump. So Ender with a crew of 14 went out on the Black Skimmer. Since the space fleet had grown instead of shrunk and the human population needed food more people were placed on ships in the hopes to find both another ship and food. That the alien empire had lost track of humanity because humanity had hidden at the dump and somehow the blackhole slowing moving the planet had slowed down time by a thousand years. The alien empire was not prepared for war on the scale that was unleashed with humanities fleets and crews hungry to live. The fleet had grown to six hundred spaceships from personal vessels now unfitted with new weaponary to old military ships that were filled with people in the hopes of finding food for the dump. The three million souls of humanity needed food. So the whole fleet was put out to find worlds where human food was possible. That the orders were no survivors no prisoners because the alien empire had wiped out 60 billion humans and 400 planets of colony or full fledged planets of humanity was the order given. That each person was stuck with wearing a bomb to ensure no capture of any humans was possible made everyone a bit nervous onboard the ships. Ender now in charge of the ship due to seniority and having been third in line for the Shimmer called his crew together. That the Space Marines or what was left of it had given him the mission to find out what was left of earth was a secret. However, Ender being who he was or is or will be. Told his crew. Their duty was to get to the earth Sol system and find out if earth was gone. That Intelligence from that sector of Sagittarius not Orion had stopped forthcoming to anyone on any channels for sometime that question was something of interest to the people on the dump. That no ships from earth had made it to the dump left the intel as if nothing had ever been of earth.So Ender with a crew of 14 went out on the Black Skimmer. Since the space fleet had grown instead of shrunk and the human population needed food more people were placed on ships in the hopes to find both another ship and food. That the alien empire had lost track of humanity because humanity had hidden at the dump and somehow the blackhole slowing moving the planet had slowed down time by a thousand years. The alien empire was not prepared for war on the scale that was unleashed with humanities fleets and crews hungry to live. The fleet had grown to six hundred spaceships from personal vessels now unfitted with new weaponary to old military ships that were filled with people in the hopes of finding food for the dump. The three million souls of humanity needed food. So the whole fleet was put out to find worlds where human food was possible. That the orders were no survivors no prisoners because the alien empire had wiped out 60 billion humans and 400 planets of colony or full fledged planets of humanity was the order given. That each person was stuck with wearing a bomb to ensure no capture of any humans was possible made everyone a bit nervous onboard the ships. Ender now in charge of the ship due to seniority and having been third in line for the Shimmer called his crew together. That the Space Marines or what was left of it had given him the mission to find out what was left of earth was a secret. However, Ender being who he was or is or will be. Told his crew. Their duty was to get to the earth Sol system and find out if earth was gone. That Intelligence from that sector of Sagittarius not Orion had stopped forthcoming to anyone on any channels for sometime that question was something of interest to the people on the dump. That no ships from earth had made it to the dump left the intel as if nothing had ever been of earth.