Solve Your First Space Murder
“Cap-tan! Op-an! Op-an! Mergency, cap-tan!” shouts Zum-Zum through your captain’s door. The first decent night of sleep you’ve gotten in weeks, ruined by the ship’s resident hairball. This better be good.
You hear a bang, bang, bang on your door, then a few button bleeps. Zum-Zum rushes in through the sliding door into your captain’s chambers. The two foot tall critter bursts in, breathing heavily, her blue fur disheveled.
“Cap-tain!” panics Zum-Zum. “Sorry disturb. Xergon… d-d-dead!”
You can tell from Zum-Zum’s manner this is no practical joke or spaceship goof-around. This is for real.