I was in a space ship. With a crew. Some of them I am sure were members from Grey's Anatomy. The Chief, and Baily were there for sure. We were on an important mission. It was a large ship. We were in a fleet. We were going somewhere very far away. The sky was purple and blue, we must have been near a solar system. But something went wrong.
Sabotage.
A lot of sabotage.
At first we all thought it was just the engine breaking down. But when we saw the ship next to us explode we knew this was no accident.
There was a lot of screaming and running. There was a man with a gun. Whole rooms were being sucked into the void. We were loosing oxygen. Lots of ideas were shouted out. Rooms were going to be sealed off, energy was going to be diverted. Systems rerouted. I remember feeling the weightlessness. And drifting as fast as I could before the door sealed shut.
We thought we had controlled the damage. We thought we would avoid our sister ships' fate. We were wrong.
I remember knowing we were all going to die, this split moment of total dread, of total sickness spreading from my gut to my fingers, like that moment was the last my senses would feel and they went into overdrive to get the most out of that moment. And there was a blast of light, and red and orange filled the room. It hit me so hard, and then all was black. I had died. We had all died. We had failed.
