No Fishy Lighthouse today as my brain does not allow the words to find my fingers. I can see the story yet the path seems obstructed by something and keeping me from doing it right. For that reason I stepping of the path and do whatever comes to mind. Taking further the space theme that was used on Tuesday.
Space Pirate Drake Redwater
I am struggling to keep my spaceship from hitting any of the asteroids in this belt. Sparks fly across the cockpit from the damaged instruments. A fuse must have blown causing this electric web in front of me. There is this visor of my helmet flickering and showing distorted readings about my position and heading. Small shock surge through my neck. The neuron link is barely holding the transmission from my brain.
It listens but with a slight delay as the trembles of the wings shake the chair I am strapped in. With just the sight of my eyes through the window I navigate past rocks and debris of other ships who collided and perished here. I slow down the engine and disconnect the link in my neck. Pulling that plug felt like a relieve as the pain quickly subsided from those electric currents that were slowly cooking my brain.
The steering wheel is small but reacts directly to any movement. I sway left and right avoiding the upcoming rocks and try to find place to put down this battered old thing. ‘There’. My eyes spots a large space rock, big enough to conceal myself and get some rest. And keep out of sight from the space marshals. Shouting over the radio, something about a Pirate.
What did them react the way they did? And start shooting on top of that. I told who I was…
No reason to sweat over that now as I close in to the asteroid. And the closer I get the more immense it is growing. Though unlike all other rocks that roll in this vacuum it keeps itself surprisingly steady. I search for a flat surface to land and clamp onto the asteroid. My eyes see the perfect spot right on the side. A crack big enough to crawl in. I made up my mind and flick a couple of switches hoping they will work.
Speed adjustments are hard to make in this vast vacuum with asteroids to avoid at the same time. Linear compensator busted, Lights gone, here goes nothing.
A prayer runs through my head as I head into the darknes of the crack and hope for the best as the plane descents. I heavy bump knocks me around and the plane slides across the surface. Sparks are bright enough to light up a part of the space in a dim orange and yellow glow. The space I am in shows man made structures are build against the wall.
Slowly the spaceship comes to a halt. I cut down the engines completely and sigh of releave escapes my lips. The moment of comfort and silence is quickly disturbed by a loud grinding. The sound gives an eerie chill crawling up my spine. It brings back to full alert.
From somewhere the lights start to light up what starts to look like a big hangar. Is this an asteroid? I never heard of anything like this. I grew up always wondering where my Dad was and see my mum work day and night and always with a different man. Than one day on my 18 birthday a man showed up and shoved the keys for this ship in my hands. Something with words like: “Destiny will guide you and give you all answers”
“What the hell was he talking about? Oh hell” I smack the instruments on my cockpit in the hope I can read out the quality of air. I wasn’t paying all that much to the small diamond shape that floated outside my window. Twisting and turning and flashing its lights.