[big sigh]
I am grovelling in abject frumptitude. I do the dance of terminal humiliation.
I promised to go back and edit the story line. The two "aliens" become redshirts from our crew, and the voyage to Europa becomes a mere rescue mission when their surface module on Europa springs a leak and then they discover that their shuttle buggy has been damaged.
Now, I don't have the time. We have a new contract. Life has gotten extremely hectic and busy. You guys may not see much of me for a while, except for weekends.
[/big sigh]
