Between Life and Death

[Caliban]

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I wake up. The cracked console started beeping as errors and notifications floods the screen. My head is tilted sideways with the only thing holding me on my seat being a mere seatbelt.

I gaze through the window. I can see Planet Atka in the distance. My attention, however, is directed to a small crack. A small, insignifiant crack in the glass. But then it becomes bigger. I hear the hissing noise of air escaping into the vacuum of space.

"Warning. Oxygen at 70%."

I panic as I realise there's no coming back if the Oxygen depletes. I will be drowning into the endless void. I've been through hell and back and made it out alive. But now? There is no one to call to.

I see Barrow in the distance - faint silhouette of an asteroid only slightly sticking out from the rest through its size. A memory flashes behind my eyes. Two Xenos. Two Order Agents. Cobra - Damien - among them. A raging barrage of weaponry of all calibers, colours and such. Damien was shooting me. The Xenos were. I'm too far.

My eyes become tired out of the sudden. I hear the echoing sound of water dripping - I hope it is water. It falls from the edge of my helmet onto my right thigh.

My eyes shut on their own accord, and I feel like I'm about to vomit, while falling. I try to go back to that moment I only hear that Agent's words.

"Nomad Agent?" I clench my seemingly paralyzed jaw and wheeze out those words. Seconds before hell was let loose and I bit the dust. In front of my home.

My breath quickens, but I lose consciousness slowly. It's so dark.

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