225th Message
Maria > It’s not your fault, Allen. Who could’ve seen this coming? I mean, aliens? Yeah that was top on my list of crap that could happen. <
Maria > It’s not your fault, Allen. Who could’ve seen this coming? I mean, aliens? Yeah that was top on my list of crap that could happen. <
Allen > It’s my fault. I should’ve stopped you from going on this tour. We could’ve gotten married and be on our honeymoon by now. <
Maria > I can’t believe this is happening. <
Allen > Nothing will get there in time to make a difference. <
Maria > What about an Alliance ship? Hell, how about a Consortium ship for God’s sake! <
Allen > There’s not a ship close enough to you, Maria! I’ve tried, but no independent wants to go close to you after what happened. <
Maria > What do you mean no one’s coming? You’re just leaving us out here? <
Allen > …Maria… No one’s coming. <
Maria> Wait, Allen, your last message got cut off. When’s someone coming to rescue us? <
Allen > I’m trying to find a ship but there isn’t anyone close and the rumors about the Safeguard and Madrid are making it hard to… <
Maria > About three days. We’ll need to have that pickup soon. When’s the next ship coming? <
Allen > Partial atmosphere? How much air do you have left? <
Maria > All that’s left is partial atmosphere here in the hold. The rest of the ship’s in hard vacuum. <
Allen > I’m here, Maria. Glad to see you’re still there. Um, how much did Engineering lose? <
Maria > Allen? Are you there? David and I are in the cargo hold. Engineering’s lost atmosphere, but I was able to patch in comms to here. <