Mayday
The emergency strobe flashed red, casting subdued light through the darkened cabin of the shuttlecraft. Smoke from a minor electrical fire wafted toward the overhead, creating a thick haze in the confined space. An open comm line crackled with static in the background. A groan lifted up from behind an overturned chair. This was the hell Doctor Phillip Boyce awoke to.
It took his eyes a moment to focus in the chaos of the crash. Once they did, it was still difficult to make sense of what he saw and heard. His legs stretched out on the deck and his back to the bulkhead, he forced himself to remain there. An account of his own faculties and physical state was taken as he sat. It was only after he tried to move that the headache exploded in his brain. His eyes flew shut. After a minute or so, it settled to something more manageable.
"Is everyone alright?"
His voice carried to every corner of the craft.
It took his eyes a moment to focus in the chaos of the crash. Once they did, it was still difficult to make sense of what he saw and heard. His legs stretched out on the deck and his back to the bulkhead, he forced himself to remain there. An account of his own faculties and physical state was taken as he sat. It was only after he tried to move that the headache exploded in his brain. His eyes flew shut. After a minute or so, it settled to something more manageable.
"Is everyone alright?"
His voice carried to every corner of the craft.