Staring out the window of the ship at the myriad of stars, his mind wandered back to better days. He’d ruled a wonderful planet along with his beautiful wife. They were peaceful.
However, someone had taken to causing trouble for him and his people lately. It resulted in the disintegration of his beloved world. His wife had boarded a separate ship seconds before the kill shot. Now here he sat, staring out the window for what seemed eons, wondering if she was ok and if they would ever find each other.
An annoying alarm bell jolted him from his reverie. He grabbed the intercom, “Captain, what can you report?”
“Sir, we’re losing fuel.” A pause. Murmuring is heard. Then, “Prepare for crash landing, sir.” Silence.
He buckled himself into his seat and looked out the window once more, praying for the life of his crew. And himself.
Suddenly, panic set in. He grabbed the intercom once more and shouted, “Captain, the Red Planet! We can’t crash on the Red Planet! Abort!” He knew his shouts were in vain.