A small shudder sounds from the floor. "What was that?" The pilot turns to me. I shrug. "Probably just some turbulence. We'll be okay." "Probably?" He looks pale. "Skylar, you're programmed to do this. A probably isn't gonna do, kid." "Relax Toby," I say. "Everything is okay. Promise." BANG!
The shuttle tilted to the side as red flashed into my vision. UNDER ATTACK. TURN OFF HYPER DRIVE. "We have to turn off the hyperdrive!" I yell. The pilot shakes his head without looking at me. His knuckles turn white from gripping the wheel. "We. We can't. Too much acceleration. The shuttle will deteriorate in this condition."
MISSILES DETECTED. TURN OFF HYPER DRIVE. "This is Shuttle 221B to Unidentified Craft. Please abort missiles!" I shout into my intercom. "Abort! Abort!" The pilot looks at me with eyes stricken with pain and terror. "This is the Unidentified Craft. I'm sorry, but we will not cancel the missiles. Goodbye, 221B." I reach for the lever. HYPER DRIVE DISABLED. PREPARE FOR CRASH LANDING.
Killing you guys with cliff hangers.
MWAHAHAHAHA
And yes, that is a Sherlock reference. 221B? HEHEHEHEHEHEH
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Ciencia FicciónThe cold barrel of the gun presses against my forehead. I would imagine it is cold, anyway; it's a whole 11 degrees below my body temperature. Fear constricts my chest, but then I realize something. I grin. "You wouldn't actually, though. Would you...
