Raw vacuum pulled and twisted everything that wasn’t latched, bolted, or welded down in the docking bay as the Glorious Anger lifted into launch position. My grip tightened around the slightly rusty pipe, thank Gaia for that. Anything smoother wouldn’t have given me the anchor I needed to keep from being sucked into the big empty beyond the hanger doors. I gave a quick thank you for ineffective maintenance drones. It had been...

Two hundred feet down, Jacob realized just how much he should have invested in the safety pack. As three hundred feet approached, Jacob also realized how he probably should have been nicer to the New Mars vendor who had sold him the cheap safety pack. Four hundred feet down Jacob decided if he’d have the chance he’d go back and kill that cheap Terran for even stocking such a piece of- Whatever thought was coming next didn’t surface...