In the old days, Polaris Spanner raised top-grade jellies on an out-of-the-way rock called Proxie. He was living pretty well off a rich yield of protoplazz, but there was nothing really special you could say about Spanner when you came right down to it -- barring that trick he had of "Castling," trading places with a like-minded Castler, anywhere in the galaxy, on an instant's notice. Then, one day, all the media in the galaxy called him Enemy Number One, and all of a sudden, there was nowhere he could hide. Bounty hunters were hot on his trail, but they were mostly chuckle-headed goofs, the galaxy's dregs. Their leader, though, Marcus Baka -- he strode ahead of the pack, and he was a man worth fearing. Fugitives used to say, "If there's a price on your head, pray it isn't high enough to interest Baka." But when it came to Spanner, Baka didn't care about money. He wanted Spanner, wanted to nail him, plain and simple as that. Every day, Spanner's chances were getting grimmer. Through it all, the desperate, fugitive hours, Spanner had only one question: What'd he do?
Script: Nicola Cuti
Pencils: Tom Mandrake
Inks: Tom Mandrake
Colors: Tom Ziuko
Letters: John Costanza
