AT ORBIT
The loud, terrible noise of the Starfall Lance had finally stopped. The screaming alarms were all silent. The powerful buzzing of Nomad's cosmic power was gone.
A series of red emergency lights flashed around the cockpit, making shadows that appear and disappear. Flash. Flash. Flash. Each blink showing a scene of broken screens, unresponsive control panels. And Jonah, lying in his pilot's seat, not moving at all.
Vanessa pushed herself up from her seat. Her body felt light and difficult to control in the zero gravity. She floated over to him, her heart beating fast.
"Jonah?" she whispered, her voice a small sound in the silence.
He didn't respond. She gently touched his shoulder, and her hand felt cold when she pulled them back. She quickly checked the life support readings on his suit. The numbers were dropping really, really fast.
