Ace was told that a military engineer was a simple enough, honest job, especially for someone with good hands.
“It’s not nearly as dangerous as being a real soldier”, they said.
Saying that she started to doubt the legitimacy of those claims would be a huge understatement.
I wanna go home I wanna go home I wanna go home I wanna go home I wanna go home I wanna go home
First, Ace felt a tremendous impact and heart a painfully loud noise that threatened to destroy her eardrums. Without getting a chance to process what had just happened, she watched an enormous gash almost instantaneously appear in the wall opposite to her. Then, much to her horror, as if the original amount wasn’t enough, she witnessed the only emergency parachute in the room get ripped off the wall and immediately disappear through the newly-formed exit from the ship. It didn’t even say goodbye.
So there she was, in complete shock, scared, disoriented, desperately clinging to the quickly falling apart ship with all her force, helped by the magnetic force of the gloves and boots of her suit, rushing towards the ground at an insane speed.
She felt that her magnetic boots slowly started to slip. Forcing her eyes open, she saw that a crack had appeared in the visor of her helmet, and that the pressure in her suit was dropping.
Many regrets rushed through Ace’s head. She wished she called her parents more often, wished she’d put herself right with her mother before she left, wished that she hadn’t left at all. She wished she hadn’t signed up for this job. She regretted signing that contract and boarding this ship, she regretted that she wouldn’t be able to see her family and friends ever again, regretted that she would never be able to find a partner, regretted that she wouldn’t be able to live the way she wanted. Ace regretted that her life was about to end this way. She didn’t want to die.
That last thought got stuck in her head and gave her the force to keep pushing forward. She knew that she needed to get out of that hallway, as far away from that hole as possible. Trying to close it off was out of the question, the damage was far too severe, and even if it wasn’t, she was far too disoriented to think rationally. All she knew at that moment was that she needed to run.
Holding onto everything she could, Ace started decisively making her way towards the door, various debris flying past her. If only she could open it, go through and close it behind her, if only she could rejoin her crew. They had much more experience, they knew what to do in this situation. They had to.
They had to survive. She had to survive.
I don’t wanna die I don’t wanna die I don’t wanna die I don’t wanna die I don’t wanna die I don’t wanna die