A quick note about my free fiction: this is raw draft with little editing. I don’t know where the story is going, or if it’ll even get completed on the blog. But it’s fun to do.
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Let’s proceed, shall we?
Deep Space Omega (#10)
by Dawn Blair
“Tell them to get back to the station.” Jadz dropped down into a second chair by Mouse and picked up a headset. “Do you have any visual capabilities within the shuttlecraft?”
Mouse shook her head. “Shuttlecraft, Jadz advising returning to station. Station over.”
“… Trying… station. Situation… critical. Door…”
“There’s got to be some sort of handle. Do you see anything that looks like it can open the pod?” Jadz asked
Jadz heard the reply over the speakers rather than through her headset. “Melted… blast….”
“But you can see someone inside. Is there a window? Can you break that?”
“ETA… station… minutes…pursuit.”
Jadz tossed the headset aside. “I’ll meet them in the bay with a cutting torch. Tell them to have someone standing by to open the doors as soon as they land.”
Mouse nodded her head.
Jadz raced back up to the observation deck and looked through the telescope. The larger ship now dominated the view, but there was a speck that she assumed was the shuttlecraft trying to outrun the larger ship.
She tried not to think about the larger ship firing on the station. One dilemma at a time.
Leaving the telescope behind, she hurried to her maintenance cabinet, pulled out a handheld metal cutting torch and a tank to fuel it. She locked the two pieces together, slung the leather strap over her shoulder, and started running for the docking bay. Shuttlecraft was just coming to the force field, the large ship looming behind it, as she entered. For a moment, she wished she left the headset on to tell Mouse that the shuttle had landed and closed the door, but she saw the metal coming down and closing already.
Jadz couldn’t tell the other ship was slowing or planned on plowing right through the station. They had proven that they wanted to destroy whatever was in the life pod, but would be take other lives to do that?
The pilot on board the shuttle waved to her, and she ran across the deck. The shuttle’s door was opening as she arrived. A couple of the astronomers reached out to hoist her inside.
“Back here,” Mouse’s husband said as he led the way.
They ushered her back to the life pod held near the rear of the shuttlecraft. A thin layer of blood covered the window, but not enough that Jadz couldn’t see the man unconscious inside with his injured hands near his throat.
The life pod itself had been severely melted.
Deep Space Omega – copyright ©2020 Dawn Blair * Published by Morning Sky Studios