Cold.
That was the biggest emotion that now occupies her heart. The body trembled into small pieces, constantly remembering nausea.
"Forty-four hours have passed... I need to take my meds..."
On board a narrow personal escape pod. Just that each person can finally move. So Marr turned himself around and made a mistake he didn't know how many times it would be. I tried to take a medical bag with my left hand. And that was impossible.
"... I'm gonna hate this."
Marr handed the bag with his right hand as he managed to move his body, which attacked him with strong tiredness. The missing left arm from the elbow made her inconvenient, but fortunately there was no pain. Thanks to strong local anesthesia.
(I can't believe the day is coming when we're going to use these items.)
When Marl chooses the "limb amputation" spot on the medical bag panel, he then enters the elapsed time and current vital. After a while a medical seal was thrown out of the bag and she stuck it on her neck muscle. I felt the chemicals stained in the sheets absorbed from my skin and my palpitations get a little intense.
"It's cold..."
When Marr pushed the medical bag unconstitutionally, it became round to protect itself from the cold and looked into space through the window of the pod. Not because I wanted to, but because there was nothing else I could do.
Her ship was sunk 44 hours ago.
Marr headed to the front line to stop Wynd, and that's what showed the battle for the Lion Rapid. He took command diligently, unleashed cannons and drove out countless winds. The defensive fleet showed strength enough, albeit small, to hold up well.
What she didn't have was that her boat wasn't a pram.
In dodging the enemy's large caliber cannon, she reflexively performed a manoeuvre based on her experience with the plum. But unlike Pram's unusual and enhanced BISHOP mechanism, the ship only reacted at the usual rate.
And the other bad luck was that a stray bullet or debris from somewhere crashed into the escape pod. Marr tried to calculate how unlikely it was to have happened, but that was not something that could be derived with an anesthetic head. The ultra-soft iron used for the pod prevented a hole from opening in the outer wall, but the deformed outer wall crushed her left hand.
"I wonder if that's a Wyoming Beta... it's definitely W34273 over there... I don't know"
Something that collided had destroyed the critical mechanism of the pod and transformed it into an iron scrap that was no different than a coffin except for the sealed point. She is now alive because she managed to repair the destroyed life-support device. A mechanical engineering gift saved her life, but another problem also arose. I had to use the comms to repair my life support device.
"To the stardust... I can return it... that man..."
Songs I heard when I was little. The raising parents said it was something their real parents liked to sing, but they didn't know what the real place was. One day I had looked it up in the Encyclopedia Galactica, but the lyrics in question existed in countless ways. I didn't even remember the pitch, so I didn't know what song that was.
"Here… brilliant… what was next"
When Marr depressed the tears that accumulated in his eyes, he carelessly dropped off the droplets as they were sucked into the air conditioning. The water drifting free of gravity is dangerous when set aside, so the wind was always blowing on board. Floating water can suffocate people.
"Come quickly... fool..."
The operating limits of the life support devices were 14 hours and 54 minutes remaining.
"Hey...... I guess it's ok, this"
A man who followed the guidance of an employee of Rising Sun, an alliance stop, and reached the pier with a flock of refugees. He was bewildered before he was urged to ride.
"It's a rice colony... can you ride like this?
A fellow who was acting with a man speaks for his feelings. What was there was a small station for food production, which was usually used to make rice. Every window that was supposed to be wide open was covered with silver sheets, presumably a first aid to prevent all kinds of radiation.
"Oh, I'll stop. What am I supposed to do on that thing?"
"No, wait. We're talking about how comedy grows in the same state as the standard human environment, right? Don't you think you can do that?
"That's probably true. But those exterior walls aren't built to wear beams, are they?
"Sort of... but that means it's better than being here, right?
When the men said so, they turned again to a ship called the Rice Colony. That was modestly unreliable and made me imagine it was a stupid act of suicide.
"Don't worry, everyone. This small station will be reinforced by the RS Alliance escort fleet and sent to the nearest Stargate."
Rising Sun employees are passing loudspeakers and trying to persuade their surroundings. But people seemed to be driven by anxiety, and only a small number of people were getting in.
"If you have a fleet, why don't you put me on that? If you have time to go back and forth, why don't you?"
When one of the crowd shouts so, yes, one consenting voice after another. The man sent a pitiful gaze to an employee with a loudspeaker who could be shouted at - he would have no sin whatsoever - but the employee never showed how he cared.
"Our company assumes that there are roughly eight hours left before Wynd attacks this station. This is not enough to bring back and forth the necessary number of fleets to carry all the refugees."
Crowd shouting stops and creepy silence comes.
"There are already about four ships that have successfully escaped to the next system using the Rice Colony. It's not a first-class trip, but why not use it?"
The man turned to the little rice colony and ran out. The same goes for the crowd around me when I saw it, and no one complained anymore. It no longer looked like an ark of God to a man.
Sophia used the technology she had acquired for herself and her family for someone she didn't know now. I had never imagined that would happen before, and I didn't know if it was a good thing to be happy with.
"Fixed. Please pull it off."
Secure the subject with a wire as usual and communicate it to the ship. But what's different is that the subject is a person's escape pod, and not the parent is on the ship? It may not be the thin, dirty costume that I normally use, but it may also be the latest formula.
"" Copy that. What's the identification of the person inside? ""
Repeated interactions already. Sophia received personal data from the exposed terminal as she turned to the back of the escape pod.
"Mark Temps, 28. He says he belongs to the security department...... good. He's alive. There seems to be no injury, but the mental level is depressing."
"" Oh well......... ok. I'll wind it right up. ""
Sophia was aboard the pram on which Taro was riding and salvaging the difficult escape pod of his return. Never a high survival rate. Sometimes there were already breathless people on board, but Sophia worked diligently.
"Mr. Taylor..."
Sophia unfortunately let her face down to the depressed voice heard from the comms. The survivors should be very happy, but Taro always had a dark look. At the beginning of the work I didn't realize why, but now I was somewhat guessing. He hasn't spoken Marr's name since he joined Sophia.
"Next, let's do our best. There must still be people alive."
Sophia looked up and said so in a clear tone. The comms didn't make any noise for some time afterwards, but eventually brought in a voice that looked a little cheerful: "" Well, you do. "
Taro and Sofia then carried out rescue work on insomnia rest, housing a total of 390 survivors and 122 bodies. Everyone who rescued said thank you and eventually went to the hospital or back to the battlefield again.
Rising Sun's fleet of delayed tactics worked well and succeeded in buying valuable time for the evacuees to escape. Several rice colonies were destroyed and all Wyoming stations were destroyed, but they were still able to help a huge number of humans.
Objectively speaking, the rescue operation was such a great success that it was a luxury to want more. Each company praised this and transferred large amounts of aid to Rising Sun. The media took up the work of the new allies to a large extent and wrote about the flexibility of the idea and the new value of the rice colony. Aid gathered enough money to build a new station, and Taro made the announcement of the new station on the air platform for all alliances. Ten thousand applauses wrapped him, and Taro responded to it with a satisfying grin.
But to Sophia, that smile just seemed like a total crop.
110 hours had already passed since Marr's ship sank.
That was way beyond the life-support device operating time on the escape pod.