Spaced out.

[Ramke]

Ambre relived the few moments that were imprinted into her mind as she was trying to gather what happened. Her ship was on fire, the console panel was alight with warning signs and danger notifications. Smoke had started slowly pouring into the cockpit, illuminated by the red lights of the display. The ship's alarms still echoed in her imagination, the monotonous tone appearing and disappearing every second. The air was very thin. The only thing that disturbed the alarms was the glaring engine noise. She had never heard it sound so loud and volatile, but then again, she had never flown the ship at full efficiency for so long while it was burning. Everything ended as the hulking mass of a battleship's hangar slowly enveloped the view. That's where her mind went completely blank. What happened?

Moving her head to the side, the vibrant planet painted a beautiful picture on the window, where the dreadnought appeared. Inspecting the environment further, it seemed too good to be true. Flowers, a clean room with a view to space, utterly devoid of people? The thought of already being in the afterlife danced in her mind. Inspecting the machines that enveloped the entire room with constant beeping, the only active one being a heart rate monitor that latched onto her arm.

Ambre started lifting herself up from the bed, bearing through sore muscles to pull herself up into a sitting position. One of her forearms had a bandage covering it, upon closer look appearing to be a scratch wound. She felt like a corpse more than anything, taking a long moment to calm down and figure out her next course of action.