(Should I write it and update it all at once or update it as I feel I have made decent progress since the last update?)
I still remember that trip I took so long ago. I remember the crash. The planet. The precursors.
I remember her.
All of that was a very long time ago.
You don't know about my journey to planet 4546B? Let me tell you about it.
It started when the Degasi crashed. I was part of a rescue mission about ten years later. We were circling around the planet when our engine failed and we started to fall from the sky. The alarms blared. I woke up and sat up in a flash. I climbed out of bed, rubbing my temples. that alarm could seriously give you a headache. I put on my scuba gear, as scans of the planet showed 97 percent of the surface as water, thinking of my meeting with Ben Hopkins, my closest friend on this expedition. I walked to the bridge wondering what could possibly be wrong. On my way, I was met with every person I had ever seen in the bridge, and more. I wasn't scared easily, but this struck terror into my heart. "The lifepods!", one of the crewmen yelled. I turned and ran, faster than I thought possible, to the lifepod bay. As soon as I got there, I climbed on top one as fast as I could. I slid down the ladder, sat down, engaged the safety bar, and watched as my lifepod fell out of the Auroura.
Am I ever going to see my friends again? I thought. It had been ten years for a rescue to come for the Degasi. Was it going to be ten more years for the Auroura? It might not matter. Alterra might think something was wrong with the planet, the one that two ships went to and never came back. It probably wouldn't matter anyway.
A fire extinguisher fell off of its hook. A panel flew off the fuse box. The items falling off the walls flew around the pod, and the last thing I remembered was the panel flying toward my face.
Where am I? was the first thing I thought as I woke up. That's right, I need to meet up with Ben... I opened my eyes and looked up. There seemed to be extreme heat in the room. My eyes snapped open when I saw what lay before me. The crash. The pod was in flames. I looked for the fire extinguisher, and saw it at the base of the ladder.
I pressed the button to lift the safety bar. It didn't budge. I slammed my hand on the pod control panel, willing it to work, with fear for my life. It lifted, and the few seconds it took felt agonizingly slow. As soon as I was free, I dove for the fire extinguisher. When I picked it up, it felt heavy, a good sign, probably meaning it was full.
I pulled the trigger. Nothing. Heart racing, I looked at it. The pin. It was full. I pulled the pin off of it, then tried the trigger again. Foam blasted out with tremendous force, knocking me back. I set my feet, and pulled the trigger once more. The foamy substance shot out again, smothering the flames and taking their oxygen. The flames choked, and in a few seconds, they were gone. For good measure, I waved the fire extinguisher around, eliminating any possibility of lingering flames.
I put the fire extinguisher back on its hook, looking around the pod. The fabricator looked fine, and that was good, because it was essential for survival. The pod was dimly lit. The fuse box was open, with broken wires and switches hanging out. The communications relay was broken. I climbed the ladder, emerging from the top of the lifepod, to look around.
Water. The only thing for miles and miles around. A few splashes told me I was not alone. I turned around. My mouth dropped open. The Auroura was in bad shape. One quarter of it was under the surface of the water. I dropped back into the pod. After seeing the Auroura I wondered how many of the crew and passengers onboard survived. It was easy to believe that not very many did.