You drop the token into the Space Trip machine, and there is a whooshing sound as your vision grows dim. After a few seconds, you hear a beeping from your wrist, and you look down to see some sort of high-tech looking communicator device.
Message from First Officer Blorfnort Mills:
Greetings, Captain, and welcome aboard the BOB Starthwait!
I'm First Officer Bleebgor Dunn, at your service.
A few days ago, USS scientists picked up a strange reading on their scanners -- a space-time anomaly radiating pure Evil throughout the entire galaxy. The Evil is increasing in intensity at an alarming, exponential rate, and it has been determined that 52 galactic weeks from now the levels of Evil will be sufficient to make the entire galaxy explode in a very, very unpleasant manner.
Your mission, which you will soon see you have no choice but to accept, is to seek out the source of this Evil, and put a stop to it.
Gameplay is based on exploring alien worlds and harvesting them for lifeforms, minerals, or scientific discoveries, as well as combat.
Your ship begins weak; once you earn enough Crabs you can purchase new supplies and ship upgrades in the Starbase.
There are 3 quadrants, progressively unlocked by upgrading your ship engines.
Additionally, if you have purchased one, you can launch an Astrozorian Commerce Grenade that will allow you to buy new upgrades depending on the quadrant you are in.
If you run out of gas or run too low on crew you will also have the option to:
Send a distress call to the USS
If you are low on gas you receive 10 gas and the message:
Message from First Officer Greequee Rudd:
Captain, the Megathwait has received your distress signal, and dispatched a rescue ship with a can of gas. Unfortunately, the pilot of the ship demanded a X Crab tip before he would give us the gas.
If you are low on crew you receive 10 crew and the messsage:
Message from First Officer Nortgree Nicholson:
Captain, the Megathwait has received your distress signal and dispatched a limousine ship carrying 10 new recruits. We had to tip the pilot X crabs to get him to leave.
Despite your valiant efforts, the Source reached a frenzy of Evil so intense that the entire galaxy was blown into smaller-than-galaxy-sized pieces and scattered through the cold, uncaring reaches of the universe.
Millenia[sic] from now, astronomers from other galaxies will notice a little bright spot in their telescopes, and say to themselves "Huh. Wonder what that's all about."
Your ship was blown to bits by hostile aliens, and there were no survivors.
On the bright side, you and your crew were only mourned for X weeks, at which point all of your friends and family were destroyed in a massive, galaxy-shattering explosion of pure Evil.
You mothball the BOB Starthwait and you and your crew retire to the pleasure planet Farrafaucetus Fornicatus XI, where you have a grand old time for X weeks, at which point the entire galaxy explodes.
If there were any history books left, rest assured that you would have gone down in them as the worst Captain the USS ever knew.
