Surviving Among The Stars

Avatar Author: thewritingthing -Yeah, I'm still doing the writing thing. - No, it's not just a hobby. - I know there are tons of people. - I didn't expect it to be easy. - It is a real job. I swear. Read Bio

With each slow, deliberate breath, all she could think about was the fact that it would be nice to be able to panic. Unfortunately, that was an emotional luxury that escaped her. Her intense training at the space agency had taught her that survival in dire situations was based wholly on composure and preparedness.

If it would not cost her precious minutes of oxygen, she would let loose the most raucous laugh at her training. All of the flight simulators and the psychological tests and the emergency prep situations had reached the end of their usefulness days ago. And now she was certain that survival depended much more on luck than anyone would ever care to admit.

But then again why would they? Who would choose to venture into the cold, dark infinite in a tin can with three other people if there was no certainty of a safe return?

A slow smile stretched across her cold, tired face because even had she known what would happen to the the rest of the crew, she would have still come. She had to.

View this story's details

Prequels

Comments (5 so far!)

Average Reader Rating

  1. Avatar TSlothrop

    Hehe great work! I like where you’re taking it by going into her training, and leaving the question of what happened to the rest of the crew open. Rock on!

  2. Avatar futurist

    Wonderful. It definitely has drawn me in and I am eager for more to be revealed!

  3. Avatar ravenwrites

    Hey great job in adapting the tone and still making it your own. I am curious!

  4. Toonrmicon Robotech_Master

    This is a great story. But I’m not sure where it can be taken from here. Probably nobody else could think of anything either, which is why it has gone unsequelled for so long.

    Pity.

  5. Avatar ElshaHawk (LoA)

    nice sequel! the training the conservation of oxygen.. just awesome details, though it didn’t progress the story..

Inspired by

Within hours of her last transmission, she went to sleep. Surely, there’d be a signal in the morning. But what is morning in Space? Wha...

Stars spill out by TSlothrop