Ensign Moore climbed back up in his seat. “Emergency power and life support functioning. We are not holding orbit, Sir.���
The captain looked out the broken windscreen. Force fields prevented them from getting sucked out into deep space. Trajous loomed larger every minute.
“Who shot my ship? I want a return volley before we crash.”
“No bogeys in the area, Captain. We’re the only ones out here. Impact in thirty-five seconds.”
The captain strapped himself to a chair. Everyone around him had done likewise.
So this is how it all ends, crashing on a rock in the middle of nowhere? Merken gritted his teeth. His once-promising career was already in tatters. Now he was going to die.
“Firing thrusters."
Genre: Science Fiction
The captain looked out the broken windscreen. Force fields prevented them from getting sucked out into deep space. Trajous loomed larger every minute.
“Who shot my ship? I want a return volley before we crash.”
“No bogeys in the area, Captain. We’re the only ones out here. Impact in thirty-five seconds.”
The captain strapped himself to a chair. Everyone around him had done likewise.
So this is how it all ends, crashing on a rock in the middle of nowhere? Merken gritted his teeth. His once-promising career was already in tatters. Now he was going to die.
“Firing thrusters."
Genre: Science Fiction
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