By Morgan Hannah, Life & Style Editor
Like a bag full of marbles, the hull of the ship begins to clack about the closer to the surface we get.
âThrusters, Ensign, thrusters! I need this ship stable!â
âIâm trying, Captain, itâs just the planetâs gravitational pull is so strong!â I twist to face Ensign Rabbit, fear shines in her eyes, her hands shaking and flying about the controls as she tries to level the ship outâshe never anticipated crashing. Neither did I. Another jolt of gravity has me hugging the helm, my forehead throbs as it makes contact with hard plastic. Just a few kilometres more, only a few kilometres more and weâll be safe.
On screen, the vermillion-coloured sand approaches, I can see dunes and pits and sharp looking dark purple rocks. There doesnât seem to be any life, vegetation or otherwise⌠odd. But thereâs no time for me to focus on that; sweat stings my eyes as I struggle to adjust the shipâs flight pattern to avoid the gravitational turbulence thrown at us. The shipâs alarm is blaring in a constant pattern that aggravates my brain.
Suddenly, off to my right, thereâs a loud groaning noise, I dare to take my eyes away from the helm and notice the shipâs hull behind and above Ensign Rabbit looks as though itâs being punched inward from the outside.
âEnsign, look out behindââ The hull then rips open, exposing Ensign Rabbit to a gaping hole and the vast, dark space. The shields sputter and fizzle as they struggle to seal the hole. Any moment now and we could have a far more serious problemâ
âWhatâs the status of our shields?â
â35 percent, Captain.â Shit. Iâve got to land this thing!
âCâmon, give me everything youâve got.â I whisper to the helm, as if the ship is a sentient being. Weâre almost thereâŚ
Continuation of this exciting adventure next week!
