And No Hope

“Great shot, kid! That was one in a million!”

Aside from the mystery voice on my helmet’s speakers, my cockpit filled with the blaring of alarms, tinny and raucous to the point that my ears began to pain me.

The void of space was blasted a brilliant, scouring yellow-white as the station exploded, leaving me with no place to land.

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