Blueshift paces up and down the shuttle angrily as he stares at the viewscreen. "PAH!" he mumbles. "Catechism, those co-ordinates Ramjet gave you were WRONG and STUPID like him!" He stabs a finger at the screen. It shows the world Ajax Minor. It is a molten world of lava, boiling and seething all over the surface. At least that is what it looks like at first glance. For at the north pole of this firey world is a huge hole, held in place by technological forcefield barriers, that let a great deal of space traffic inside. From the hole, a glow emerges, as if there is something inside this planet... "There's nothing there, its a slagheap, lets go home!"