Content warnings: emergency in space, moderate blood/gore/horror
“Is this the last one?” Delisa asked her shift partner, Bernie, as he handed her one of the last fresh in-line filter for the Bishop’s water system. The system was already running slower than she liked, but they’d have to hold off on using the last one until the supply carrier made it back from the depot on Rigel 4.
Bernie poked at his data pad a few times before nodding. “Yeah. You gonna be at the pub tonight?”
With a sigh, Delisa replied, “I don’t know. It’s been a long day. I think Miriam—”
WHAM!
Everything shook, throwing Delisa onto the floor, then up the wall. By the time she got her wits about her, the pressure of the wall against her body eased and she was left floating in mid-air. CentriGrav was down. As Delisa met Bernie’s eye, the alarms blared. Covering her ears to shield them from the ear-splitting noise, Delisa kicked off the nearest wall and toward the status panel near the door.
“Shit, there’s a breach in Epsilon Sector.” Light and life, and they’d felt it most of the wheel away in Rho! Delisa’s stomach dropped as she realized there were bound to be casualties. Hopefully Miriam was safe in Engineering Main. She scrolled through the crew message log. “Tal thinks it was a meteor strike. Blew a six-inch hole clear through Epsilon and into the CG generator. That’s why the Grav system went down.”
“How much O2 are we losing?” Bernie’s eyes were wide with fright, his normally flat brown hair floating in a halo around his head, his right hand white-knuckled on the stability handle next to the door.
Looking at the status bars as they updated every second or two, Delisa grimly said, “Too much.”
Ptera Waters 