Inspired by the SES - State Emerrgency Services... Galactic Emergency Services, or Alliance Emergency Services?
Humans gonna Human. -- InterNutter
Arn woke up in freefall, bumping gently against what had once been a wall decoration. It, too, was far from where it belonged. She recovered enough wits to look around. Good news? Bad news? Deal-with-it-later news?
Okay. Good news, the passive air ciculation and lighting was working. Glow-in-the-dark patches, strips, and spots gave shape to the otherwise pitch-dark bridge. The air circulation was self-evident. If the air wasn't moving, they'd have all suffocated in their own exhallations by now. Okay. Bad news, the mass of solar ejecta had blown out all the regular power systems as well as knocking the ship about. As well as cutting off the artificial gravity and other essential systems. The whole mess would have to be rebooted and there was no telling which emergency doors had sealed in the initial crash.
No radio. No messenger drones. No contact with civilisation. A glance out a porthole showed that the ship was tumbling, and there was no sign to indicate which direction it was tumbling in. Arn checked her personal datareader. It was operational, but there was no link available to anything.
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