First in a series of loosely connected stories about a space colony. This first tale was written as a stand-alone piece, but the setting gave me another idea....
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One: Space wreck
The bulkheads were failing one after the other, we couldn't keep pressure in the spaces around the meteorite hit. I told the captain and he ordered us to forget it, to abandon ship. I told my damage control party to evacuate, but leave the closest escape pod for me. I was going to give the rest of the crew time by sealing the doors behind me as I went. I reported to the captain one last time, telling him my intentions. He wasn't too happy, but could see my logic. He wished me luck and then boarded the bridge pod. I was sealing the last door, next to the final escape pod, and could hear the bulkheads collapsing one after the other, getting closer and closer as they failed, each one quicker than the one before it. I dived into the last pod and slammed the airlock shut behind me. The ship imploded as I hit the release. Some fragment or other smacked into the escape vehicle, throwing it away from the rest of the escape pods. I was thrown around the cabin and hit my head. I blacked out....
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I awoke with a groan. The pod had stabilised and I was lying down on one of the bunks, a medi-pack across my forehead. Puzzled, I sat up carefully. What was going on? I was supposed to be the only one here, everyone else should have abandoned before I got to the airlock. I caught a movement to my left and turned to see what it was. There was a girl I'd never seen before checking the instruments. I swung my legs out of the bunk and attempted to stand. I was still a bit groggy however, and staggered before I caught hold of something, the edge of the bunk I think, and steadied myself. The girl must have seen me and was suddenly beside me.
"Steady, that was a really bad smack on the head."
"What happened? And more importantly, who are you and where did you come from?"
"Well, in the order you asked, we hit a piece of debris as we released, which span us out of control and away from everybody else." She grinned matter-of-factly. I was mesmerised by her blue eyes. "Secondly, I'm Lisa Hughes." She faltered for a moment. "As for where I came from." Now she looked down, the smile slipping from her face. "I've been here the whole voyage. I'm a stowaway."
"A stowaway? How? Everything is checked." My legs seemed steadier now so I stood.
"I'm good at hiding." She shrugged.
"All right, it's too late for repercussions now. What's our status?"
"As far as I can tell, we were batted away at least ninety degrees from the others, and the radio is out I think. I haven't looked at anything else; I don't know enough to say what is or isn't working." I started to walk towards the controls but my legs were still rubberery. Lisa caught me and helped me to the pilot's chair.
"One thing I have to ask." I said as I slid into the seat. "Why didn't you eject earlier?"
"You were still out there, buying time. I thought I should wait for you."
"You'd have been safe if you'd left me." I stated flatly.
"I might have been here illegally, and I admit I've done many things that I shouldn't, but I couldn't just leave someone to die." She looked crestfallen.
"Sorry, I didn't mean it like that. It's just my job to assess risks and act on them. Logically, you should have gone." I paused. "I'm glad you didn't. I probably would have stayed too, logic isn't everything." I ran my eyes over the controls. All the readouts appeared fine. I tried shifting the direction we'd been sent in, but nothing happened, the stick barely moving.
"I tried that." Lisa said from her standing position behind me. "It felt like something was jamming the steering."
"I think you're right. In which case, we'll have to hope we don't run into anything head on."
"You can't fix it?" She asked worriedly.
"Not from in here. Whatever we hit left something stuck in the glide fins."
"You mean we'll just keep going until we hit something?" There was a sense of astonishment in her voice.
"I don't think it will come to that. Hopefully it will work loose when we hit a planet's atmosphere, at least enough to give me landing control."
"And that's your plan? Wait until we hit something? Brilliant!" She snorted and crossed her arms.
"Well unless you have a space suit hidden somewhere so I can go outside, yes."
"What about the radio?"
"Could be anything, I'm not great at communication systems." I had a look at the automatically updated supplies list. "Some of the food and water are missing."
"I had to eat something while I was hiding here."
"I suppose you had to have food, but there seems to be a lot of water gone. That'll just mean we have to be careful, we don't know how long we'll be in here. Ration the food and water. No unnecessary wastage."
"What do you mean by that?"
"No washing for a start, we use the sonic shower instead."
"What? That's not the same. I like a proper shower." She looked at me with a frown and a pout.
"Tough, it wasn't me who used up a third of the stored water!" I snapped back. My head was hurting from the crack I'd got earlier again and it made me sound angrier than I was.
Lisa turned and stormed off to the main bunk room. I sighed. I knew I had been harsh, but I had to make her see the reality of the situation.
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The next couple of days were pretty tense between us, neither of us speaking more than a bare minimum to the other. Lisa thought I was being too draconian, I thought she hadn't grasped the problems we had. She spent most of her time in the bunkroom where it was obvious she had been stowed away, occasionally going into the galley or coming to see what I was doing. I had tried easing the controls one way then another then a third way, just to see if I could get any movement. The joystick eased a little, but not enough to regain any sort of control. It was obvious they needed some sort of jolt to free up properly. That however was impossible from inside.
I had worked out a rationing system with the computer, mainly for the water and we were both sticking to it. The later part of the second day I noticed that Lisa had missed a meal. Deciding that we couldn't go on like this, I went to the galley and got her rations and then took them to her.
Lisa was lying on a bunk, reading the emergency manual for the pod. She looked up as I came in.