Marooned
18 Apr 2020Dane Icaza
For 45 days, I've been stuck on an isolated, uncharted planet. The trace atmosphere isn't even close to breathable, and even if it were, I'd fry in seconds in the 400 degree heat. My power plant took a major hit, and I'm surviving on backup life support power and nothing else. Repairs are slow going - I don't have a clue what I'm doing, and this consumer repair manual is over 70 years old. I can only pray that my rations hold out long enough to get spaceworthy again. I miss my squadron. I miss the feeling of my ship humming to life under me, the feeling of my hands on the controls.