[ WP ] Tell me the middle of a sci-fi epic . No beginning or introduction to the setting or characters , nor any context to what 's going on , and no resolution of any kind .

He checked all his instruments, for the seventh time that day. This was the fourth system he'd scouted, and the fourth that had n't possessed what he was looking for. He ran the calculations on the terminal, then again in his head. He had enough life support, barely, to get home. 
 
 There was another system. It was n't on any of his charts, he'd checked six times. His mission had brought him farther then any had ever gone. He did n't think anyone knew about the system. It had the right kind of star. In fact, it was closer to the home star then any other ever recorded. He had the fuel to get there. 
 
 But that was the rub, he had just enough fuel to get there. Not enough oxygen, not enough water, not enough nutrition-mass, not even enough reserve in the stasis pod. He could plot the course, and hope the computer got the info back. Or he could go home. 
 
 If he went home, they may not make it back in time. He had no idea if any of the other missions found anything, but felt that they had n't. In his mind, he felt like this system, completely unknown until now, was the best chance they had. 
 
 With a grim determination, he recorded his final log, and loaded all the data into a message drone. He set up a burst transmission as well. He hoped that everything would make it back. 
 
 Then, when everything was done, he programmed the ship's final course. It would jump to the system, using momentum and gravity to sail through, and use the last of its fuel to do a jump in the right general direction of home. 
 
 He set the life support to last as long as it could, activating the auto-pilot with the last of his consciousness.
