March 21st / 14:56
How? How did the computer miss that asteroid? We're a lost cause almost. That's why they named my ship a Dying Ship. Not worthy of saving. Too far gone. If we want to live we need to fix the ship...
The Captain scribbled into his small leather journal and log. Quite the commodity, real paper and real leather. It almost pained him to see half the pages torn and on the ground. The shave with the asteroid had completely thrown the ship off of their course to Pluto Orbit 2, jolting everything to the left. Most of the right wing was now useless, a vacuum. He wasn't even sure what might have been on that asteroid, for all he knew it could have been radioactive. Or worse. A guard ran in, breaking the silence,
"Jeffery! Jeffery Thomas!" Shouted the guard, then, aware of what he had said he backed up, clearly ashamed. "I-I mean.. I'm sorry Sir. We lost another room." reported the guard.
"It's alright Jimenez, " said Jeffery, the Captain. He sighed, "Which room?" Jeffery knew the technicians were working as hard as they could, but they were losing rooms by the hour. They would have to start trying to fix rooms.
"The Right Wing Sanitation Support Room."
Jeffery sighed, they would really have to start fixing them now. "All right, bring me an engineer, and a guard with P.O.H.R.E. suits. And get yours too, we're going to go fix that room."
Acronyms:
P.O.H.R.E. Suits: Pressurized Oxygen High Radiation Endurance Suits
R.W.S.S.R.: Right Wing Sanitation Support Room
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Dying Calls
Science FictionThe Year: 4867, The Date: March 20th, The Time: 14:37 This is the journey of a Captain of a Dying Ship and a Guard of the same Dying Ship. Dying Ship 49374 was nearly blown to shreds by a close shave with an asteroid, some of the compartments and ro...
