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 at the end of the universe, part one.

We begin our story not at the helm of the far-reach one,

but in the imperial court of Emperor Hasnan, the Razor Mask, unchallenged ruler of the Dran Empire.

For a thousand generations, his line has reigned over an area of space, the length and breadth of half the known universe,

and in all that time they have feared nothing,

save a single prophecy that predestines the end of the Hasnon lineage and the overthrow of the feared and brutal Dran Empire

by a new race born of a single unlikely being.

I have never encountered a foe.

Any foe that I could not meet on an open field of battle and crush between my own claws,

and I refuse to allow you and your priests and precogs to contradict the philosophy by which the emperors of the Hasnon Line have ruled for the last hundred thousand years.

I am merely your humble advisor, Emperor, but it is my duty to assure you that the findings

of the Biosiers and genetic empaths have been fed to all relevant hive brains, and their

findings have been checked and rechecked.

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