Ryan rhydderch

Freight Line Rho

Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. With her face pressed hard against the viewport of the HAB module, Amelia could have sworn she could hear the muffled scream of Creed, his face too pressed against a viewport. The swollen chunk of ship drifted away from Amelia, rotating slightly, before being swallowed by the engulfing darkness of space. She had just killed a man, an honest, hardworking family man who had landed her this job, sure, he wasn't dead right this second but in a few hours, a day at the outside, he would suffocate inside that module. Her Stomach knotted tightly at the thought but she couldn't peel herself away from the viewport.