Ensign Moore climbed back up in his seat. “Emergency power and life support functioning. We are not holding orbit, Sir.”
The captain looked out the broken windscreen. Force fields prevented them from getting sucked out into deep space. Trajous loomed larger every minute.
“Who shot my ship? I want a return volley before we crash.”
“No bogeys in the area, Captain. We’re the only ones out here. Impact in 35 seconds."
The captain strapped himself to a chair. Everyone around him had done likewise.
So this is how it all ends, crashing on a rock in the middle of nowhere? Merken gritted his teeth. His once-promising career was already in tatters. Now he was going to die.