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was alive. When she had her emotions under control again, she re-ran the times she’d contacted Phoebe. Come to think of it, no, she hadn’t tried the direct link, only the medical bay. Hope sprang up as Kyra used the portable intra-communicator to contact Phoebe. She hoped it would still work in the shuttles.
The communicator connected with Phoebe’s direct link, and as Kyra listened, she heard scratching noises. “Phoebe, it’s me, Kyra. Are you there, can you hear me?”
More scratching.
“Phee! It’s Kyra, please, if you can hear me say something… just let me know you can hear me.”
It took a few more seconds, but Phoebe’s weakened voice came on the line. “Hey, Honey Bun.”
Kyra’s stomach flipped with dread. “Phoebe, where are you? Are you hurt? Let me know so I can find you!” Kyra pleaded, not knowing what happened to her friend.
“I’m…I’m… I think I’m in the emergency pathway above the engine room that exploded. I can’t move. I’m pinned under fallen debris. Don’t come for me. You can’t get me out from under all this stuff.”
Kyra saw her pained expression reflected back at her in Mark’s eyes. He was in no shape to help her, and she didn’t know exactly where Phoebe was. Could she find her and get her out in time? It was getting harder to breathe. She put on a brave face. They weren’t going to die, at least not today if she could help it.
“Phoebe, I’m on my way. Keep your link on. I’ll find you.”
The heat from the engine bay became unbearable as she helped Mark out of the room. Kyra wanted to go find Phoebe, but first she needed to get Mark seated and somewhat comfortable.
She had just managed to help Mark turn his body around and away from the fire when the station lurched violently. Mark tumbled out of her grasp and into the steel wall. She cringed as she heard bone crack. The captain lay against a metal support column with his side crushed. She winced when a trickle of blood started a mournful descent down the side of his forehead.
“Mark! Oh no—Mark are you okay? Can you stand?” She rushed toward him down the steep incline of the floor.
“No, stay back!” he said, putting up a blood-smeared hand to stave her off. “The floor is slippery. You don’t have the proper shoes to keep from slipping and falling. You won’t be able to get back up there if you come any closer. I’m fine. Let me gather my faculties, and I’ll come up to you.”
She wasn’t buying it. He didn’t look like he could stand without her help. She inched closer, noting the floor was indeed slippery. Trying to walk down a wet surface with slick-soled flats was not the brightest thing to do, but she had to try. She took another step, trying to find traction.
“Kyra stop—that is an order! Stand down. Don’t come any closer. You have a chance. Go to the other engine room to your left. When you find the two shuttles, follow the emergency directions to engage the homing device. If you can get one of them to work, look for the icon for the auto-pilot mode. Once you engage it, it will offer to set a course for the nearest surface station. Go now!” he yelled, the harshness of his words not touching his eyes.
Hot tears prickled her cheeks before she realized she was crying. She was a grown woman and could do this. One more step, and he gave a warning that let her know her coming any closer would cause him more injury than anything else. With one last look to express her sorrow, she turned to leave.
The pounding sound of someone or something’s footsteps moving toward her caused her body to freeze. What was that?
She looked up through the doors to the side of the engine bay from where she and the commander had just come. She saw nothing. She might be under extreme stress, but she knew something was moving toward her. She wasn’t that far gone. When it was too late to run, she could make out the outline, like a shimmer in the air, of some extremely tall—astronauts?—
The communicator connected with Phoebe’s direct link, and as Kyra listened, she heard scratching noises. “Phoebe, it’s me, Kyra. Are you there, can you hear me?”
More scratching.
“Phee! It’s Kyra, please, if you can hear me say something… just let me know you can hear me.”
It took a few more seconds, but Phoebe’s weakened voice came on the line. “Hey, Honey Bun.”
Kyra’s stomach flipped with dread. “Phoebe, where are you? Are you hurt? Let me know so I can find you!” Kyra pleaded, not knowing what happened to her friend.
“I’m…I’m… I think I’m in the emergency pathway above the engine room that exploded. I can’t move. I’m pinned under fallen debris. Don’t come for me. You can’t get me out from under all this stuff.”
Kyra saw her pained expression reflected back at her in Mark’s eyes. He was in no shape to help her, and she didn’t know exactly where Phoebe was. Could she find her and get her out in time? It was getting harder to breathe. She put on a brave face. They weren’t going to die, at least not today if she could help it.
“Phoebe, I’m on my way. Keep your link on. I’ll find you.”
The heat from the engine bay became unbearable as she helped Mark out of the room. Kyra wanted to go find Phoebe, but first she needed to get Mark seated and somewhat comfortable.
She had just managed to help Mark turn his body around and away from the fire when the station lurched violently. Mark tumbled out of her grasp and into the steel wall. She cringed as she heard bone crack. The captain lay against a metal support column with his side crushed. She winced when a trickle of blood started a mournful descent down the side of his forehead.
“Mark! Oh no—Mark are you okay? Can you stand?” She rushed toward him down the steep incline of the floor.
“No, stay back!” he said, putting up a blood-smeared hand to stave her off. “The floor is slippery. You don’t have the proper shoes to keep from slipping and falling. You won’t be able to get back up there if you come any closer. I’m fine. Let me gather my faculties, and I’ll come up to you.”
She wasn’t buying it. He didn’t look like he could stand without her help. She inched closer, noting the floor was indeed slippery. Trying to walk down a wet surface with slick-soled flats was not the brightest thing to do, but she had to try. She took another step, trying to find traction.
“Kyra stop—that is an order! Stand down. Don’t come any closer. You have a chance. Go to the other engine room to your left. When you find the two shuttles, follow the emergency directions to engage the homing device. If you can get one of them to work, look for the icon for the auto-pilot mode. Once you engage it, it will offer to set a course for the nearest surface station. Go now!” he yelled, the harshness of his words not touching his eyes.
Hot tears prickled her cheeks before she realized she was crying. She was a grown woman and could do this. One more step, and he gave a warning that let her know her coming any closer would cause him more injury than anything else. With one last look to express her sorrow, she turned to leave.
The pounding sound of someone or something’s footsteps moving toward her caused her body to freeze. What was that?
She looked up through the doors to the side of the engine bay from where she and the commander had just come. She saw nothing. She might be under extreme stress, but she knew something was moving toward her. She wasn’t that far gone. When it was too late to run, she could make out the outline, like a shimmer in the air, of some extremely tall—astronauts?—
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