"no no no no, this isn't meant to happen…… not now…. Please not now"
The was barely audiable over the alarms blaring at her, letting her know there was a problem with her ship. She had escaped the battle, just, but the constant alarms told her she was in trouble above what she could deal with.
"where do I go….. Where do……"
She faltered. It wasn't just her ship that was damaged in the fight. Her hand moved over to her side, it was damp, she was bleeding. She glanced down to see what had caused it, paying no attention to the cuts up her arms. She decided it was metal from her damaged Hull that was the culprit, but she was afraid to touch anything. She shook her head slightly, her thoughts were racing. The last time this happened she was able to get to safety, the last time this happened she was OK. She began to convince herself this would be the same but stopped part way through. Unless there was a miracle these would be her last moments, as an ex rogue she had seen this before. She had been talking to pilots trying to guide them home as the ship just gave up. She had to tell the families they weren't coming home - except she didn't have family, she walked away from that. The thought of that hurt. She would never see him again, and it was all her fault, and now she will die alone.
The alarms were constant, a new one was sounding. The oxygen was low. She couldn't help but think at least that would be a painless way to go. Her eyes were heavy, and the alarms were becoming distant. She was tired, she thought she saw movement outside, but she was unable to focus. She uttered a sorry before closing her eyes.
