Post by Dominica Garza on Aug 9, 2014 0:45:21 GMT -5
Dom wiped some of the grit from the visor of her helmet. She looked down at the readout on her wrist and frowned as the indicator lights were off again. She tapped it a couple times and the lights went green. Still safe from the radiation for now.
The Paragon limped slowly around the edge of the nebula in a gentle arc back to civilized space. Not that it mattered. If she couldn't find a quiet spot to land and get away from the doomed ship she was probably going to be hung. She hugged the dirty and lightly burnt plush seal against the chest of her vac suit and watched the indicators and made sure she didn't run into anything.
She was an adequate pilot but far from the best. Flying manually like this was tricky even for someone with skills. She shook her head and tried to block out everything but her escape. Poor choices had been made. Some accidental. Some willful. But in the end everyone was dead. There were no voices left to echo through the ship's halls.
She toggled the switch to record an entry in the ships log but all it did was spark until she shut it off again. She leaned back a little bit. The tiredness was overcoming her. She knew she shouldn't sleep. There was still so far to go though. A ping on the navcom brought her back to full alertness. She couldn't make out what the screen said was out there. She looked out the window to see a large ship approaching. Spotlights illuminated her damaged ship that was spewing a radioactive cloud behind it. A garbled message tried to come through before the communications array died. Dom powered down the engines and unstrapped herself from the chair. She pushed up and back and floated toward the door. The gravity had long since fled. She opened up the large crate nearby and pulled out her trusty shotgun. She tucked the tail of the stuffed seal in her belt and faced the airlock, shotgun ready.
One way or another, this was the end.
The Paragon limped slowly around the edge of the nebula in a gentle arc back to civilized space. Not that it mattered. If she couldn't find a quiet spot to land and get away from the doomed ship she was probably going to be hung. She hugged the dirty and lightly burnt plush seal against the chest of her vac suit and watched the indicators and made sure she didn't run into anything.
She was an adequate pilot but far from the best. Flying manually like this was tricky even for someone with skills. She shook her head and tried to block out everything but her escape. Poor choices had been made. Some accidental. Some willful. But in the end everyone was dead. There were no voices left to echo through the ship's halls.
She toggled the switch to record an entry in the ships log but all it did was spark until she shut it off again. She leaned back a little bit. The tiredness was overcoming her. She knew she shouldn't sleep. There was still so far to go though. A ping on the navcom brought her back to full alertness. She couldn't make out what the screen said was out there. She looked out the window to see a large ship approaching. Spotlights illuminated her damaged ship that was spewing a radioactive cloud behind it. A garbled message tried to come through before the communications array died. Dom powered down the engines and unstrapped herself from the chair. She pushed up and back and floated toward the door. The gravity had long since fled. She opened up the large crate nearby and pulled out her trusty shotgun. She tucked the tail of the stuffed seal in her belt and faced the airlock, shotgun ready.
One way or another, this was the end.