Flip Costa stood patiently off to the far side of the Draconian’s spaceship bridge while the large alien being sat in the commander’s chair. The Draconian cooly pressed buttons on a console next to his seat; Flip admired the confidence and exactitude that the Draconian exuded.

The spaceship was much like Flip remembered it from his abduction during Season 2. The lights remained dim, and cool blue lightly permeated behind consoles and metal wall panels. The bridge had a sterile manner and was completely devoid of anything that could be considered warm.

Through the viewport, Flip watched as the beautiful globe called Earth swiveled away while the ship turned. Now there was only space in front of them dotted with stars. Empty, endless space. Infinite stars.

“Hey Draconian, care to let me in on what’s going on? Where we going?” the Pensacola Pretty Boy asked. The Draconian had been silent since taking Flip from Fort Knocks.

The Draconian paused from pushing buttons for a moment in consideration of the question but did not turn his head back to Flip. Once a couple of seconds pass, the Draconian returned to his command console.

“We are going to Draconia,” the Draconian returned without looking at Flip. “The homeworld of my people. I have submitted the status report and they are aware of our arrival.”

Flip’s heart skipped a beat.

“Draconia? How far is that?” Flip mustered.

“Draconia is one Earth month away at the fastest possible speed,” the large alien being replied without emotion.

“And what happens when we get there?”

The Draconian looked up at the viewport, and they both watched as the visible stars begin to spin and stretch counterclockwise. After a brief pause, all of the stars flashed together and were replaced with a peculiar green and white blend of light.

Flip hadn’t felt a thing during the process.

“While at Draconia, you will learn the ways of my people, much like I have the learned the ways of yours. How you absorb and react to the experience will determine the fate of yourself, the asteroid, and your pathetic world.”

The Pensacola Pretty Boy looked down and reflected. He had asked for this with his incessant outreach to the Draconian during the entirety of Golden Pro Wrestling’s third season.

“Far out,” Flip replied.