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BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP.
I groaned and tried to quiet the alarm on my wrist. My head was pounding and there was a bright light shining in my eyes. I kept them shut, not wanting to fully wake up yet.
“Suit breached,” my suit repeated every few seconds. “Suit breached, Suit—“ I quieted that message too, squinting to see the buttons.
I couldn’t well rub my eyes—orange spacesuit, helmet still attached, and all. I patted the visor in thanks for not breaking on my journey. I must’ve been ejected from my ship. My ship! I thought, panic taking over me. My crew was on there. I was alone somewhere unknown with a suit breach.
Crap, my suit. I tried to look down and pat around for the hole. The sharp pain in my abdomen helped immensely in guiding my blind search.
Starting to come out of the brain fog now, I grabbed the duct tape from my tool belt and covered the hole. That would have to do until I found shelter. Or, like, my ship.
That’s right, I thought. I was doing hull repairs. What happened after that though? It was like that part of my memory was blocked off—I couldn’t reach it no matter how hard I tried.
I stood up, vaguely hearing my boots crunch on the ground through the fog in my brain. Around me, everything was bathed in an orange-red light—the sky, the clouds, the scorched earth. I was on a different planet, that was for certain. The question was where. And possibly when, but we’d have to get to that later. Where was the priority.
I glanced at my wrist for the coordinates my suit was programmed to track. According to it, I was somewhere free-floating in space with nothing around me. Well, no, that’s kind of a lie—my suit didn’t know where I was or thought this planet that I was clearly standing on didn’t exist.
“Hmm…” I hummed aloud, thinking as I scanned my surroundings with my eyes and my suit’s command centre on my wrist. It might be able to tell me if the atmosphere was toxic or if it could detect my ship anywhere nearby.
Well, that’s kind of a lie too—it wasn’t my ship. I didn’t own it and wasn’t the captain or pilot, but I’d lived there for the last seven years. That ship with the dark grey hull and interior with blue lighting was my home. I didn’t belong on an orange planet in the middle of nowhere.
“Scan results,” the suit chimed. “No atmosphere. No gravitational field. No light.”
“Well that’s not very helpful,” I said to the suit. “Suit!” It chimed in response, awaiting a command. “Where’s the Legacy?”
“The Legacy is one kilometre this way.” A green arrow appeared on my visor, showing me which way to walk.
I puffed out a sigh. A whole kilometre with a hole in my suit and abdomen. “This’ll be fun.”