Drift (Savage Opress x Reader)

Chapter 1: Void

Within the unfathomably endless void of space, darkness enveloped the small vessel you inhabited, pressing in on all its sides like an insidious force threatening to swallow anything within its reach. Your heart thumped wildly in your chest as you extended your trembling hands out within the inky blackness. You held your breath, trying to feel your way around the dark room, completely unsure if you were about to trip or bump into anything nearby. "No... no no no, not now!" you say out loud, panic entwined through your words. This wasn't supposed to happen. This can't happen! Especially not this deep into space, lightyears away from help!

While it was true that your ship was no J-type barge, you'd never expected it to give up on you like this. You had just been minding your business casually transporting cargo when suddenly you began hearing a strange buzzing sound coming from the engine room, followed by a loud boom and snap and the whole ship suddenly plunging into darkness.

Dank ferik! you internally cried, a slight twinge of panic setting in as you realize just how screwed you are.

You stumble around helplessly, desperate to find your flashlight and tools before the sub-zero temperatures of space begin to creep in. If you took too long, this situation could get deadly real quick.

You eventually are able to pinpoint your travel bag and immediately plunge your hand in as fast as possible, not caring about the rest of the contents inside. You only wanted one thing and if that thing wasn't in here, you knew you would be in trouble.

Just before you give up, you feel your hand brush across something akin to cold, textured metal. Yes! Your heart leaps in response as you quickly wrap your hands around the object and tug it out. You move your thumb into position and cry out in relief when you are able to switch the flashlight on, a bright beam of light radiating from the tip, like a beacon of hope cutting through the darkness.

Immediately, you begin making your way around the ship. With your flashlight guiding your path, you can now make a beeline for your tools, messily stacked up within a tool kit near the engine's chamber door.

You bend down and pick up the kit with your one free hand, throwing the strap over your head and around your body. Its full weight rests upon your shoulder, effectively limiting your movements. You outwardly scoff, slightly annoyed. Why does it always have to be so kriffing heavy? You fidget anxiously with the shoulder strap as the stress of the situation starts to get on your nerves.

Reaching your hand into the toolkit, you pull out an old crowbar, the texture of the rusty exterior dragging roughly across your hands, no doubt staining them a deep reddish brown. Lovely...

Taking a deep breath, you place the flashlight on the ground, facing the doorway to light the area around the large door before you. God, this is going to be difficult...

Readying your stance, you jam the crowbar into the side of the entranceway, the metallic clang echoing through the ship's dark halls. You cringe and scrunch your nose in dismay as you knew it was going to leave a nasty mark across your poor doors. You then plant your feet firmly against the lip of the door's frame and lean into the crowbar, using all your weight to pry the entrance open. Your muscles strain, and beads of sweat form on your brow as you desperately push against the nearly unyielding barrier.

You wrestled with the heavy doors for what felt like an eternity; they weighed tons and had the capability of resisting small blasts from EMP Grenades. Honestly, it would be rather impressive. That is if you weren't left with the grueling task of opening them yourself. It took forever, but through pure spirit and determination, you were eventually able to pry the door open just enough to allow your frame and tools to squeeze through. The air in the room carried an odd, acrid scent, a hint of something burnt and unfamiliar.