Date: 6/29/2016, Categories: Fantasy & Sci-Fi, Author: Varrick, Source: LushStories
I’m not sure if my eyes remained closed due to the effects of hibernation, or simply because I feared what I might see if I opened them. Even in such a perplexed state, I knew that if the proximity alert was sounding it couldn’t be good. Still, force them open I did. As I stumbled from my stasis tube, the only light came from the spinning yellow emergency beacons set into the ceiling. I struggled to keep my balance as I made my way to the bridge. I was dizzy from sleep, anxious about the situation, and disoriented by the yellow light strafing the corridors. It was then that I noticed the blood. There was a handprint on the bridge door. When it slid open, I observed another on the wall and then footprints. I stumbled after them, past the navigation console. I saw that the bloody trail stopped at the hatch to the avionics compartment. I wanted to see what was down there, but I couldn’t. With Icarus tumbling into the planet’s atmosphere, I had to tend to the far more pressing matter of righting the ship. After I got my bearings, I managed to recover the vessel and place it into a low orbit, though why Icarus suffered the power loss that dragged us toward the planet was unclear. Another problem was that I was unable to leave. Initial tests showed that Icarus had suffered little damage, but I had been forced to use all but the last dregs of the power reserves when saving the ship. Without power, Icarus would be unable to break or maintain orbit. I was stranded. ...