SAVE THE BLAG DAY 1: The Aether Storm

Through the aether fields Devin's tiny ship went. Because everyone loves aether. Boiling, bubbling viscous pools of hot, thick aether coated the hull. “Critical Temperature Overload!” Announced the computer calmly. Devin knew exactly what to do in this crisis. Without a hint of hesitation, he strapped on his suit. Aether now started to seep in to the walls, foaming and running sick, sticky trails over his precious cargo. His hands were steady as he prepared the brush. Disregarding his own safety, he lunged at the aether with all his might. Scrubbing until the day broke, and the night ran long. “An aether storm is dangerous when you're all alone in space.” he said smiling for the cameras. That day, he was a hero. The next, he would have been forgotten.