Ace pilot and crack gunner of the feared Quasar Corps, he found himself drifting far from Earth's heavily guarded borders in the smoking remains of a damaged starfighter.

That's where I found him. I control the far-reach fleet. It's the mission of my commanders in their interstellar

rocket ships to explore,

to discover, to defend.

Now he's one of them,

soaring beyond frontiers of the galaxy

never before seen by Earthling eyes.

He is...

Deck Gibson! Far-reach commander.

Tonight's episode, Deck Gibson and the Court of Eternity.

Don't break apart on me now, old girl.

Come in, deck.

I read you, control.

Sensors report that the slither has been completely destroyed.

I can see the debris freezing out my port viewing screen.

That barium charger net worked like a charm.

The Abatian Navy is rapidly quartering the remaining snag fighters. I suggest to withdraw and allow them to sedate the battle.

Your shield array has been severely depleted and hull integrity is dangerously low.

It's been a long day. And your part in it has been concluded.

Those Abation Fly Boys aren't bad fighter jocks for being two feet tall.

Yours is not a universe based solely on proportion, deck.

You mean our universe, don't you control?

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