The alarms rang out loudly – Hull Breach! flashed on all the panels on the walls of the craft. She ran her digits over the controls, blurring into oblivion as she slowly tried to bring each section back online. A futile task it seemed, the crack had run clean down one side of the hull, and there were leaks springing up all over the place.

She ran to the storage locker, to find it empty, escape suits all missing. She turned to the escape hatch, climbed into the tube, and punched in her final log message and emergency transponder codes. She knew once outside the hull she had a matter of seconds before the harsh environment would kill her. “Better hope someone hears me!” she thought.

She blasted out of the hatch into the planet’s atmosphere and felt an indescribable pain as the warmth of the wet, oxygenated air burnt her skin, crushed her body. She blacked out in the sunlight.

She awoke in the med-bay of a scout ship.

“Good thing we found you,” said a voice. “Glad we got you back into the vacuum.”