SisterSuns

Captain Jack Struck tried his best to see clearly through the stabbing shadows. Hypnotic aural sequences of some sort of alarm pulsed through the semi-darkness between the rock walls and the low ceilings of the subterranean spaceport. At this moment he was unsure of whether his lack of clear vision was caused by the near darkness or by something else. It seemed to the Captain that, perhaps, his coup d’oeil may be faltering and he knew that he must now act with extra caution.  

He felt his way along the colder and colder stone pausing when he heard or thought he heard another being. The last thing he wanted or needed was a confrontation. He had no explanations. He had no insight.

The thrusters of a small smart ship roared to life.

Blue and red lights reflected on the Captain’s face as he stared straight through the instrument panel and into deep space.

His mind was an inapproachable galaxy, a vast exiguous dispersion of mass that at this moment felt as dense as it did empty.

Engaging the auto-pilot without a destination wasn’t as tricky as he thought it would be. He did not buckle himself in, he did not open or close his eyes. Everything he knew was shrinking behind him and only maintenance lay ahead.