In Space

It was another day on hull maintenance. Turned away from the sun, the only illumination came from her helmet’s floodlight. It did the job, but Jen couldn’t shake the anxiousness of the oppressive darkness that surrounded her.

The job had almost become routine. A cloud of micro meteors had moved into the same orbit as the station. The plan was to move higher, out of range, and most of the rest of the crew was busy performing a long overdo survey to make sure switching on the engines wouldn’t threaten the station’s structural integrity, if they would even switch on.

In the meantime, it was up to Jen to look over impact sites and make sure things would hold together until they were clear. She had 37 hours until the station crossed paths with the meteor cloud again. Plenty of time, but leaving the station was never easy. It was a colossal structure, and the nearest airlock was at least 20 minutes away. Her only guide was her operations officer, patched in to her helmet’s comm system, seeing what she saw through the on board camera.

As Jen welded small tears and removed loose debris, Sam made small talk over the comm link. Sam enjoyed talking, and Jen found it calming to hear something other than her own breathing. Satisfied with the repairs in her immediate vicinity, she swept the area for any remaining damage and confirmed with Sam that no other hits had been registered.

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