Bernard Figg went to bed in Swindon with no grand ambitions, no heroic destiny, and absolutely no intention of joining an intergalactic mission. Unfortunately, the galaxy disagreed. After sleepwalking into an alien recruitment beam, Bernard wakes up 17, 000 light-years from home, wearing official pyjamas, legally registered as a volunteer, and surrounded by beings who insist his unconscious mumbling counts as ceremonial consent.
All Bernard wants is to resign from space, return to Earth, and make it very clear that he did not, under any reasonable definition of the word, volunteer. But space has paperwork. Before long, Bernard is promoted by accident, blackmailed by forms, investigated by customs officials, honoured by a sacred relic, and repeatedly mistaken for the only sensible person in the room. This is deeply unfortunate, because Bernard is not a hero.
He is a middle-management-adjacent man with a talent for spotting nonsense, fixing broken systems, and asking the sort of blunt questions that make advanced civilisations quietly panic. As the starship Unanimous Intent lurches from one bureaucratic disaster to another, Bernard discovers that the galaxy is held together by protocols no one understands, rituals nobody questions, and committees that have somehow survived into deep space.
Worse still, his refusal to be important keeps making him indispensable. Now, with alien factions circling, ancient relics awakening, and a secret mission buried beneath the official one, Bernard must decide whether to keep insisting he was never meant to be here. or accept that the universe may occasionally need the wrong man for the right reason. A sharply funny science-fiction adventure for readers who enjoy reluctant heroes, absurd bureaucracy, alien misunderstandings, and ordinary people being dragged into extraordinary chaos against their better judgement.
Perfect for fans of comic sci-fi, galactic satire, and stories where saving the universe may depend on one tired man in pyjamas refusing to fill in the wrong form.
Bernard Figg went to bed in Swindon with no grand ambitions, no heroic destiny, and absolutely no intention of joining an intergalactic mission. Unfortunately, the galaxy disagreed. After sleepwalking into an alien recruitment beam, Bernard wakes up 17, 000 light-years from home, wearing official pyjamas, legally registered as a volunteer, and surrounded by beings who insist his unconscious mumbling counts as ceremonial consent.
All Bernard wants is to resign from space, return to Earth, and make it very clear that he did not, under any reasonable definition of the word, volunteer. But space has paperwork. Before long, Bernard is promoted by accident, blackmailed by forms, investigated by customs officials, honoured by a sacred relic, and repeatedly mistaken for the only sensible person in the room. This is deeply unfortunate, because Bernard is not a hero.
He is a middle-management-adjacent man with a talent for spotting nonsense, fixing broken systems, and asking the sort of blunt questions that make advanced civilisations quietly panic. As the starship Unanimous Intent lurches from one bureaucratic disaster to another, Bernard discovers that the galaxy is held together by protocols no one understands, rituals nobody questions, and committees that have somehow survived into deep space.
Worse still, his refusal to be important keeps making him indispensable. Now, with alien factions circling, ancient relics awakening, and a secret mission buried beneath the official one, Bernard must decide whether to keep insisting he was never meant to be here. or accept that the universe may occasionally need the wrong man for the right reason. A sharply funny science-fiction adventure for readers who enjoy reluctant heroes, absurd bureaucracy, alien misunderstandings, and ordinary people being dragged into extraordinary chaos against their better judgement.
Perfect for fans of comic sci-fi, galactic satire, and stories where saving the universe may depend on one tired man in pyjamas refusing to fill in the wrong form.