Joseph Wade Kondor is an atheist, a male Negro in his early 20’s.
He appears in military fatigues of the desert campaign type, with a hat
rather than a helmet. He begins as a U. S. Army medic from an infantry
unit, and will have a backpack, duffle, M-16 rifle, and a medikit.
There may be other things in the packs.
|He begins with a frightened look on his face, apparently in close combat with an unseen opponent, firing his gun as a large object hits him.||He is immediately in the dark, thinking. "Not again. Those jack-brassed army experimenters really did it to me--I wonder what this world is like." "Hmmm...the floor seems to be rising and falling--must be a ship. Guess I should be glad--a little bit to the left, I'd have been in the water."|
|He strikes a match. We see crates; the name "Mary Piper" is visible in the glow, as he reaches into an army duffle bag. "If I can find...yes, there it is...."||The light changes to a flashlight, shining across boxes onto a wall with a sealed hatch. It's modern, even futuristic. "Metal and plastic--at least it's a modern ship. I suppose I'll have to look around."|
|He steps out into a hallway, looking around.||He gets a glimpse of someone crossing along another hall; quickly he ducks through an open hatch.|
|Finding himself in someone's sleeping quarters...||...he opens a closet and pulls out some clothes...|
|...and pops back to the hall...||...back into the cargo hold...|
|"In this, maybe I won't stand out so much. Hmmm...I've never seen anything quite like it. I hope I haven't borrowed a woman's clothes--then I would stick out."||He changes to the outfit. "Well, at least it fits. I must remember to leave them behind when I get blown out of this world--I don't want to steal them."|
|Back in the halls...||...he turns down a side corridor to avoid contact...|
|...finds the empty mess hall...||...and helps himself to some bread and fruit on a table...|
|...and returns to the cargo hold.|
This is a civilian ship, so clothes of different crewmen will vary.
The crew is all male, mixed humans. Their clothes have a futuristic
|Back in the halls again, he passes some other crewmen, with a friendly wave as he goes by...||...and he returns to the cargo hold with food again.|
|He passes someone else in the halls, who suddenly cries out, "Hey!"...||"That's my shirt!" Kondor looks startled.|
|Kondor runs up the hall...||...around a corner...|
|...and back into the cargo hold, panting. "That was too close."||"It's probably over. Now they'll find me."|
|Security comes in through the portal. "Don't move!"||They take him out of the cargo hold.|
|"Officer Jamison. Here is the stowaway--he was in the main cargo hold."|
First Officer Jamison is black.
|Jamison: "Well, the captain will have to decide what to do with you; but as First Officer, I'll have to make a recommendation." "I'm inclined to have you tossed overboard, but why don't you tell me why I shouldn't." "How did you get here?"||Kondor thinks: 'Actually, I was killed by a monster in another universe, and my body was ripped apart as it passed through the scriff, only to be reassembled in your cargo bay...but I don't think you'd believe that.' says: "A strange woman invited me to have a drink with her" "and the next thing I knew "I was here" "with my equipment."|
|"I've been trying to survive and figure out where I was ever since--I'm not sure how long."||Jamison: "So why didn't you come tell us this immediately?" Kondor: "To be honest, it's the kind of story I wouldn't believe myself." "And let's face it--the stakes were rather high."|
|Guard enters. "Take him in to the captain now."||Wide doors open, showing captain's room past Kondor and guard. Panoramic view of space is visible on opposite wall. Jamison: "I'm recommending we toss him out an airlock."|
|To be continued....|
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