Galnet underworld 2 - Stifling
20 Jul 2016Howard, o Pato
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4625 kHzI'm delaying.
But try to understand me, it was my first kiss. 'Cause nobody forgets something that important. Kind of a sentimental thing, you know.
Ah, but it was just a kiss. And yes, as you know, I ended up dating John. He knows how to be insistent when have the chance, and he is also very duchy and gentle. But what the hell does it all mean? The fact is that I was with the wrong guy. In the news world, word travel fast like the wind. And Howard kept herself away from me. No, it's not that ... I mean, the way he looked at me, it was just different than other guys. And it worked well at first, but it was all going wrong. Then I broke up with John, and John's dead now.
"You can not trust any thoughts in your brain" I heard a small voice inside my head.Ok, I'm rambling now. All right, let's get to the point. Howard was dying and the only person who could save his life was the Brunette. My rival.
I'm used to machines, not with people. I worked as a mechanic for my father on his ship. I do not know anything about first aid. And even if the suit has aligned with the muscle groups compressing injuries, Howard still bleeding a lot. I did the only thing a mechanic could do. Scotch tape. I wrapped strongly his abdomen with adhesive tape, I tried to align the left arm and holds it close to the body in the best possible way, also with tape. Oxygen time was too short, so an idea surrounded me. I tried to keep calm. I put it in an escape pod and cranked up the life support system, it froze instantly, their status would be maintained until a doctor could answer it.
Thus, left me just under three minutes to save my own life.
I turned on the ignition of Diamondback, put it back up to cruising speed. I scheduled the hyperspace jump, it took me a split second on the map. I lined the ship's nose with the jump vector. Injected the required amount of energy in frame movement system which overheated and the countdown started. With fully charged hyperdrive, it activates, burning the required amount of fuel, discharging all its power and the ship enters hyperspace.
I feel my body pressed against the armchair. The ship vibrates and grind. broken glass and other random obgetos, slowly floating aimlessly, forced by the immense gravity around the ship, generated by FSD. The spacetime being torn by the distortion. The counter on my helmet zeroing too fast. "I will die". I was seized by an uncontrollable anxiety. shaking hands. A lump in my throat. Cold sweat. All the madness of the last days filled my mind. "Within that infinite maelstrom, I'm just ... small and unhappy."
-OXIGEN DEPLOTED IN 00:40--Malloc System- Twinkles. And when coming star, longing and mourning for desert sky.
"Pull yourself together woman." My subconscious was shouting at me. My body reacts alone, pure instinct. I watch from afar, suffocated by anguish, my hands on the controls. Speeding up. Changing the direction. Trembling. Julian Gateway, 2837 Ls. There is no time."Die"... Maximum speed. The shortest distance between two points is a straight line. But not I who controls my own hands. The ship turns down in a perpendicular line, intending to approach the station underneath, preventing the gravity to affects the functioning of the FSD. Maximum Supercruise speed is determined by the proximity to stellar bodies and the direction the ship is heading relative to the stellar body. Heading towards a stellar body will decrease maximum speed while heading away will increase maximum speed. Why don't I think of that?
-OXIGEN DEPLOTED IN 00:16-
-INTERDICTION DETECTED-Shit. An unnecessary obstacle at this point. The heart speeds up. My hot body. I have to escape. I have to react, face the escape vector, hold for a few seconds. I will not give myself easily. I still have a good distance to go.
-SUBMITTING TO INTERDICTION-My hand puts the throttle fully down. Contrary to all my reasoning logic. I can not fight them, have less than 30% of the hull, or installed weapons. Sometimes I wonder how I'm still alive, if I do things so irresponsible? I just seem to do all the wrong things.
-INCOME NOW, YOU ARE IN TERRITORIES UNDER PROTECTION UNION OF MALLOC INDEPENDENTS-
-SHIP SCAN DETECTED-
-OXIGEN DEPLOTED IN 00:00-Die by asphyxia takes all the honor of a person. It may not be the most painful death, but it is certainly the most distressing. Extremely blunt. An overwhelming sense of panic consumed me when I could not breathe. I began a desperate struggle, could not scream for help, trying to catch her breath. I struggled tirelessly scratching the helmet in a desperate attempt to remove it. I felt the time getting slower. A sharp pain in his temples. Slower heartbeat. The suit was holding my muscles, tying my body.
I tried to keep the air as much as possible. There was a sensation of burning and tearing as the escaped air to the lungs. Then came a state of calm and tranquility, the result of lack of oxygen in the brain. There were no more to ponder or to regret. In fact, there is no thought... I looked at my left hand, and she typed something in the communication channel... "Brunette."
Finally, the heart stopped.
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