Paul Mumm
To Make An Omelet…

	“Pressure increasing… 5000 yonan, 7000 yonan… 9000 yonan… 10000 yonan. We’ve reached sufficient pressure, sir.”
	“Excellent. We’ve reached phase 9. Tevri’Naktuu, warp out to specified coordinates now. Xemma-Ku is on its way,” spoke the Shivan admiral to the Sathanas fleet.
	“Affirmative, Admiral Kovviox. The Xemma-Ku has been prepared,” reported Sathanas wing, Tevri’Naktuu.
	“Prepare my shuttle. Give authorization to Tevri’Naktuu to return when the star has gone dwarf,” ordered Kovviox. His subordinate on the bridge gave him a strange salute, a strange clicking sound emanating from the deep innards of the beast. The Admiral strode down the installation’s main cargo shaft, his extremities attaching and disconnecting from the cold walls. In about two hours, the star receded to white dwarf form. Tevri’Naktuu was called back to the system, and the admiral’s shuttle had arrived near the condemned star. 
	“Increase pressure to 28000 yonan. We need to create a Geq as soon as possible,” ordered the admiral from his transport. Tevri’Naktuu continued to pressurize the star, collapsing it further and further. At 27074 yonan, it collapsed completely into Geq status, a black hole. 
	“Engage anti-grav engines now! Divert all non-essential systems to engines,” ordered the admiral. The nearly 60 Juggernauts engaged their anti-gravity subsystems, resisting the pull of the invisible menace.
	“Launch anti-grav pods towards set coordinates on 3… 2… 1… Mark.” 120 Hermes-size pods launched out of the juggernauts, anti-grav engines off, spiraling into the depths of the Geq. Half were set with opposite gravity forces than the other half, to push the collapsing walls of the tunnel open for a window of opportunity of 30 seconds.
	“Tevri-Naktuu, release anti-grav engines.” His shuttle’s engines turned off. The Geq immediately grabbed hold of the Xemma-Ku and the juggernauts, sucking them into the temporary wormhole. The fleet was thrown at incredible speeds, reaching numbers that wouldn’t fit on paper. The darkness enveloped the ships, shooting through the hole. A flash of white light blinded the crew, when they were hurled out of the portal through a white hole, an anomaly that pushes away from it at the same force.
	“Tevri’Naktuu, of reconnaissance fleet 0530, welcome home,” spoke a crackling voice through the radio. Recon fleet 0530, the fleet that had terrorized terran space for nearly 35 years, was reporting back to the Shivan homeland, an alternate universe.