Chapter 1: An alternative means of landing
Chapter 1: An alternative means of landing
My reflection looked back at me. I saw the worry in my own eyes. Had I known the new position of that accursed asteroid cluster, I might’ve avoided this stomach churning free-fall. I gripped the seat, my knuckles growing white as I strained against the seatbelt. My vessel flew, flipping, almost like the propeller on an old navy ship. I held in the quizziness of my body, as I was hurled in predictable yet angering ease towards the planet.
Vesidian was a dark green, watery planet. From the spinning glimpses of it that I could make through the cockpit viewport. Its size dwarfed that of my home planet, and its white star spat blinding rays over my ship's glass. I squinted, my visor slow to react.
I had only just come out of WHT. I hadn't even the time to open my eyes before I was sent spiraling into this little adventure of mine. I watched the temperature gauge slide to the right–I was entering the planet's orbit. The Asteroid I hit had dislodged my orientation systems, and destroyed one of the radiators. If I was lended even 10 minutes it was repairable.
The orange markings crept up my vessel, its heat shielding kicking in as the planet's atmosphere dragged me ever closer. I watched the streaks of fire, and columns of smoke billow up and off the outer shell. Its sight forced the closing of my helmet. I waited in suspense at the inevitable crash. I looked up, my head held gently in place by the several safety systems. SLAM.
