LUCAS'S P.O.V.
It's been 3 hours since we tried to jump into hyperspace. We were still orbiting Aureon, thankfully.
Scott, who was directly behind my seat, and he was still frantically going through different spacecraft systems. None of us could figure out why the jump failed and almost killed us in the process.
“Have you heard anything back from mission control?” Asks Vita.
“No" replies Avera, still fidgeting with the radio. “Are you sure this isn't broken?” She says, looking in Scott's direction.
“It could be,” responds Scott, “The long-range antenna might have been snapped off with all the stress”
“What about the short-range antenna?” Asks Michael.
Avera sighs, “It's not giving us anything either”
Scott undoes his seat harness, “We are going to have to do an EVA and check it visually”
“Alright you are authorized to do that,” Avera says, “And check for any other damage”
“Will do” responds Scott, “Come Michael, you are helping”
Michael undoes his harness and pushes himself out of his seat. Together, Michael and Scott pull themselves over to a ladder at the bottom of the cockpit.
They both go down the ladder to the airlock, which opens on the bottom of the EX-5.
MICHAEL'S P.O.V.
I go down the ladder and enter the EVA bay that is below the cockpit. It's a cramped little room with a couple of eva suits and a door to the airlock.
Scott and I start removing our flight suits. I take off my gloves, boots, and everything else until I'm only in my jumpsuit.
Scott detaches a white eva suit from the wall and proceeds to put it on, and I do the same as him.
The EVA suits are similar to our flight suits. The only difference is that flight suits aren't as reflective, and they can't carry as much oxygen as the EVA suits.
I put on the legs, then the torso. Followed by that, I put on my boots and then gloves. Grabbing the helmet, I put it on as well.
“Comm check.” I say, making sure my microphone is working in the helmet.
“Loud and clear” says Scott
“And we have you guys up here” says Garrett.
“Alright, we're going to go out now,” says Scott through his helmet.
“Confirmed” Avera says.
Scott twists open a small know on the airlock door, and then the door opens outwards toward us.
The both of us make our way into the small airlock. Considering I'm one of the larger protogens, trying to fit in an airlock with a bulky EVA suit on is not my definition of a fun idea.
Anyhow, both of us still manage to fit. Scott closed the door and sealed it shut. “Get your tether attached,” he says.
Wiggling my arm down, I clip one of the white tethers to my suit.
“Ready?” Scott asks, ready to depressurize the airlock.
I turn and look over at him, “yeah,”
Scott hits a panel on the side of the airlock, with a faint hiss the airlock depressurized.
I shuffled my arms forward and unlatch the outside door, swinging it outward.
YOU ARE READING
The Protogen Generation
Science FictionWhen a research team of protogens crash land onto their own planet after their mission goes awry, they quickly find that their planet is not the same as when they had left it. Follow along with Lucas and his crewmates as they try to return to their...
