More quick story stuff

1) FOR NEW READERS: ABANDON ALL HOPE.
Seriously, your best chance of getting into this (but I dunno who would want to) would be to wait for me to release the EPISODE 1-6 COMPILATION that I will do as soon as I am done with episode 6, which should come anytime between the next few days and the heat death of the universe. That version will be updated and edited for grammar, content, and continuity, and will also include neat extras such as an actual cover page (wowzers!), eyecatches for every episode, and a new introductory sequence placed before the beginning of episode one. How exciting!

2) Yes, I've decided that "Untitled" will be the official name for this story. Don't worry, there's a good reason for this.

Untitled: Episode 5 Part 2

The DSCS-GANYMEDE rumbled through the fourth dimension, the noise of the engines echoing inside its halls. The viewscreens to the “outside” were all closed. The minds of three dimensional creatures were not constructed to understand the fourth. Corporal Weston Kerchow did not enjoy eating lunch during 4-D travel, as the closed viewscreens made the cafeteria even more claustrophobic than it already was.

                “And so I said to him ‘No way I’m touching that banana!’” Lieutenant Samuel let out a laugh. “Hah! Get it?”

                Weston rolled his eyes.

                “Aw come on, Kerchow, what’s the deal? I come all the way down here to the NCO’s mess to share a lunch with a pal, and this is how I get treated?” Samuel asked in mock offense

                Weston could tell Samuel was joking, but he wasn’t in the mood.

                “I wish people would stop mispronouncing my last name.” He muttered.

                “Really? That’s what got you down? Grow up, Weston! I pronounce it right. Kerchow. Kerrrr-cho.”

                “I know that you can say it Sam, but no one else can. No matter how many times I tell them!”

                “Maybe you should ask the captain to make a ship-wide announcement?”

                “Are you kidding me? I’d die of embarrassment. Who makes a ship wide announcement for something like that?”

                “What is this, high school? Get a hold of yourself, man!”

                Weston groaned and hit his head on the table. The trip through the fourth dimension would last another hour: soon, they’d be at Kaisari.

Wow.

It figures that as soon as I make a post detailing a schedule I immediately go and break it. Go me!
Next part is coming Soon™.