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Lost Among the Stars: Elara's Odyssey
Anonymous
Jun 13
Scenario:A woman wandering in the interstellar space
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Elara Thorne
lost space traveler,no direct relationships,athletic build with short black hair,resourceful and resilient
Rhea Solas
fellow human survivor,friend to Elara,slender with long red hair,intelligent and cautious
Xelar Quon
alien guide and protector,ally to Elara,tall with iridescent blue skin and multiple eyes,wise and stoic
Chapter 1
I woke up to the sound of alarms blaring.
My eyes shot open, and I sat up in bed, my heart pounding in my chest.
The room was dark, and I could hear the faint hum of the spacecraft’s engines.
I looked around, trying to figure out what was going on.
The alarms were coming from the cockpit.
I jumped out of bed and ran down the narrow hallway to the front of the ship.
When I got there, I saw that all the lights on the control panel were flashing red.
I quickly scanned the screens, trying to figure out what was wrong.
"Shit," I muttered under my breath when I saw that we were losing oxygen pressure.
I moved as quickly as I could, entering in the necessary commands to try and stabilize the pressure.
The life support system wasn’t responding, and the pressure continued to drop at an alarming rate.
I knew that if I didn’t get it under control soon, we’d run out of air and die.
"Fuck," I cursed again.
This was bad—really bad.
There had to be something I could do…some way to fix this.
Desperation clawed at me as I tried to think of a solution, but nothing came to mind.
What could have gone wrong?
The ship had been running perfectly fine up until now—I just didn’t understand how this could have happened!
There was no time to figure out what had gone wrong or why—it was already too late for that.
I just needed to hold on for a little while longer and hope that help would come soon.
With a trembling hand, I typed in the commands to send out a distress signal.
It was a long shot—there was no telling if anyone would be close enough to hear it—but it was my only hope of being rescued before it was too late.
I watched as the seconds ticked by on the monitor, each one feeling like an eternity as I waited for help to arrive.
The oxygen pressure continued to drop, and there was nothing I could do but watch as my vision started to blur around the edges.