The Drifter

This is a short story that I've been working on for about a month and a half now, It's still a work in progress, and I may add or remove things later, I'm trying to work on incorporating Spanish without confusing those who don't understand it, so please bear with me as I am new to this website and I'm still trying to figure out all the bells and whistles. Feedback is appreciated.

She woke up, and found herself in the dark void known as space; drifting slowly among the debris in the endless wasteland. The annoying beeping wouldn't stop, the bright red flashes kept continuing, "Warning, oxygen levels critical, an artificial voice reminded her of her inescapable fate. She knew her time was limited, but refused to accept it. For days now she had been stranded, abandoned by the very people that swore to protect her. The cockpit was warm; the ventilation system had failed just a few hours ago. Sweat was dripping down her face as she struggled to accept the fate that awaited her.

She was all alone, for she was the sole survivor of the battle that took place here once upon a time. There was no one to keep her company, no one to vent to about the atrocities the aliens committed before her very eyes. The U.S.S. Venganza, destroyed in a matter of seconds by their mother ship. Her friends, chased down in one sided dogfights. The enemy fighter ships flew by at blistering speeds, they were powerful, practically untouchable. Friendly pilots were being shot down by the hundreds. She was a part of the thousands of pilots tasked with defending Venganza with their lives; for she was the only thing in their arsenal that could actually give them a fighting chance to win the war.

The last thing she remembered before blacking out was having her thrusters damaged by a friendly spacecraft zooming through space like a shooting star. When she woke up, she found herself amongst the destroyed remains of the U.S.S. Venganza and her crew. The sirens grew louder as she began to reminisce her past. Her family had been murdered by the alien species that threatened humankind, leaving behind an orphaned little girl to fend for herself in the desolate ruins she once considered home. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small picture of the family she once knew. Nostalgia created a deep hole in her chest. Tears formed in the corner of her eyes as the words of her deceased mother wandered through her dismal mind; "Llora hijita mia, llora mientras que todavia puedes. Porque va haber un día cuando jamás podrás llorar otra vez."

Teardrops began to form into streams of tears as she began to bawl over the memories of the family that was taken away from her many years ago. "Oxygen levels, at 1%" said the robotic voice as it interrupted her moment of grieving. An overwhelming feeling of drowsiness slowly befell her, and her memories, the things she thought she hoped she'd never forget, began to slowly disintegrate. The moment she enlisted, her squad members, the times her mother would walk her to school, her father taking her out to buy ice cream after hard days, It was all fading away. Her vision began to go dark, her heart rate slowed down as her lungs struggled to take in the remaining oxygen in the cramped oven that was the cockpit. "Perdoname..." she said faintly as she finally began to accept her fate, "Los mirare en el cielo." Finally, her arm plummeted to the floor as her eyes shut, leaving nothing but a barren spacecraft floating in the dark void of space.