Andrasta Sitra
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The smell of smoke was thick, electrical burning and a foul staleness that seemed to encompass everything within the dark metal interior of the floating YT-2400. Lights that were usually bright and welcoming were off, replaced with the harsh and irregular flashes of sparks that erupted from burst wire clusters throughout the ship.
A small alarm continued to chime, indicating fires throughout the systems and what could only be described as the complete and inevitable destruction of the ship itself.
The air was thin, a side effect of the life support systems playing foul creating a painful yet life sustaining atmosphere.
Yet despite all this she lived on.
Andrasta Sitra, Kiffar and smuggler was still alive amidst this coffin, even if only barely.
Mist rose from her mouth as she let out a soft almost impossible breath. Each one felt like it could be her last as the breathable air continued its slow decent into nothing. At least she had managed to make it back to the cockpit and get herself into the captain’s chair, she had always said it would be nice to die there.
Icicles had started to form on her skin, at first they had been amusing yet terrifying causing her to take the ships only external maintenance suit and layer it over her as an extra level of warmth, it had worked at least for an hour or two.
Her lips felt it the most, the thin layer of ice that encompassed them completely making movements excruciatingly difficult, fortunately it hadn’t managed to form on her eyes yet, although she knew it was only a matter of time.
Lazily she slowly shifted her head slightly, shivering as she did. The viewport was cracked, blistered and hard to see through yet what she did know was that the Kestrel had ejected somewhere in the middle of a large debris field, parts of giant space cruisers scattered about her like floating tributes to an event long passed.
“So…” Talking hurt, but the Kestrel needed to hear her voice. “This is it eh?” Her ship had done everything to keep her alive through the anomaly, as much as she had tried to keep it going. The air as she spoke chilled quickly forming a fine mist as the Kestrel seemed to answer her with a metallic groan of its own. “I got him off, don’t you worry.” She shivered heavily as she looked across to the co-pilots seat, a seat usually occupied by the dashing rogue of a Chiss.
Fortris had been too gullible, his constant want to do right by Andrasta allowing her to force him into the escape pods and jettison him out moments before the catalyst that had swallowed her and the Kestrel.
Yes she had for a minute thought about getting in there with him, leaving together which would have allowed them moments of bliss and the chance at a future. Yet she knew that those feelings were rushed, moments before having been the first proof that she had indeed loved him, a place that she had sworn she would never step again.
Yet now, there was a small wish that he was here, to give her strength and courage.
Oh how she missed him.
Closing her eyes Andrasta could feel the chill begin to take to her again, spreading like wildfire across her skin as its numbing embrace took over as it had before.
She could do nothing but wait now, wait and hope that somewhere, somehow she would find a way out of this mess.