CHAPTER 1: The Dark Depths of Her Past. Emerald Juliet Winter
The crew frantically salvaged all that they could save. The crew members quickly gathered in groups as they boarded the lifeboats. The ship was going to blow any minute now. There was clearly no hope for it.
However, inside the engine room of the certain ship, a small group of people was left behind. They were the only brave ones left on the ship, for they still tried their best to fix the problem in the ship's engine. There were four men, who were either attaching wires or unscrewing certain parts of the machinery. None of them were human, though. One was a doglike creature. Another was a moose. The third guy is a squishy thing with four eyes, while the last dude was a robot. One of the members of this group is a beautiful young human lady. Her long caramel coloured hair was braided down her back. Her emerald green eyes shone with courage and determination. Her beautiful, fair face was sticky with sweat, yet she didn't seem to mind. The navy blue suit she wore determined her rank in the ship. The lady was unscrewing a huge bulky part of the machinery.
The moose humanoid looked at her. "Captain, have you given the orders for systematic evacuation?" he asked.
"Yes, Mr. Johnson," the lady said without looking up from her work. "I have given them orders several minutes ago."
The squishy guy ran to the captain. His face is grimy, and his hands were soiled. He sighed and said, "Captain, I'm afraid there is no more hope. The Nightwalker is going to blow."
The captain's eyes widened. She grabbed the screwdriver that the man was holding, and said, "No. It won't blow. We aren't going to give up easily, are we?" She unscrewed the last screw and pulled out the huge metal lid with all her strength.
Mr. Johnson examined the situation in the engine room. The problem is in the ship's engine itself. He shook his head and said. "He's right. Nothing we can do could stop the ship from exploding into bits of pieces. I'm afraid we'll have to leave."
The lady glared at him, her piercing green eyes searing through the man. "Then go. The crew needs you, to be able to return to our spaceport. I'll find a way to fix this."
Mr. Johnson scowled. "No, Captain. You are not a mechanic. You'll explode into bits." Without waiting for the captain's reply, he lifted her as if she was a child. "Come, men. Let's move out!"
The lady struggled. "Put me down! You have no right!"
No one listened to her. The group quickly ran up to the deck. There was one small lifeboat left. The three other men quickly got in the boat. As Mr. Johnson was about to get in the boat, the captain managed to get free. She fell to the floor, but she quickly got up and began to run back to the engine room.
"Captain!" Mr. Johnson yelled. He quickly grabbed her by the arm and pulled her back to the direction of the lifeboat.
And suddenly, the ship exploded. It was a good thing that the pair managed to jump into their lifeboat before the explosion.
"It's a good thing that we managed to survive that," said the doglike man.
"You sure are right, Roger. Right, Captain?" Mr. Johnson asked. There was no response from the captain. Immediately, the men became worried about their leader. Mr. Johnson turned to face the captain. "Captain?"
The lady was sitting on the edge of the lifeboat. Grime and sweat were both present in her face, but one could see how pale her face is. She had her hand on her side. Mr. Johnson slowly moved her hand away, and saw the gruesome sight of blood. He immediately shouted to the others, "She's wounded. Give me water, medicine, anything."
He turned back to the lady. "Hold on, Captain. You're going to be alright. Hold on."
The lady's eyes closed slowly as she succumbed into the darkness.
And with that, she woke up with a start.