Welcome to my second SFR Brigade Showcase! As it’s November, I’m doing NaNoWriMo (I’m misabuckley on there if you want to buddy up), though I’m rebelling – rewriting work-in-progress GENESIS DUSK. This is one of the new scenes.
Then an alarm screamed out.
“What in stars’ name?” I scrambled out of my seat and dashed to the communications relay on the refectory wall. “Report,” I barked into it.
“Clamp failure,” the metallic voice of the computer said. “Damage to Airlock Five.”
My stomach dropped to my boots. “What sort of damage?”
“Hull breach. We are venting oxygen.”
The impassive tone made the situation sound nothing to be concerned about, but I knew differently. I met Marin’s gaze, saw the horror on her face that I’d little doubt showed on mine.
“Personnel?” I asked.
“Twenty in the effected area. Blast doors have containment.”
Twenty? My heart skipped a beat, then restarted at double pace. I didn’t bother telling the computer to raise the blast doors to release them – the system was automatic and couldn’t be overruled while the ship was venting oxygen. At least, not by the computer. There was another way.
“Stay here,” I told Marin. “Or better, alert medical that we’ve a situation.”