Disconnected

The star was dying. Even an untrained eye could see it now. It seemed to be glowing redder every minute. Like as if it was bleeding with him. It was beautiful somehow. He was in the begininng of his life, and the star was at the end of it's, yet it would live on for millions of years when he was dead and buried. Assuming he would be buried, you could never be sure these days.

The ship shook as it docked with the station. It felt familiar. He was getting used to it. That in itself was surprising. Perhaps not that familiar after all, he pondered for a moment.
''Sir?'' he realised he must have been staring out the window for longer than he thought. He couldn't really help it, but it was time he got back to the business at hand. He turned to look at the figure that stood in the doorway, slightly peeved by the disturbance.
''You know the drill, don't you? Open the airlock doors and connect us to the station.'' his exasperated state of mind seeped into his tone, and he reminded himself to be more professional in the future. The new blood don't really know proper protocol, as odd as that sounds. Yet this one didn't really look like the other recruits, with a clean-cut scar across her left eye, and what looked like third-degree burns, starting from her right shoulder and seemingly continuing down to her wrist. The uniform covered most of it up. To her liking, he assumed.
She didn't seem to mind the tone however, and set off to accomplish the task she had just been given. She seemed to lack that certain enthusiasm that the other recruits had, whether it was some misguided sense of patriotism or just the power that being part of a top-of-the-line cruiser crew brought, they always seemed to have a spring in their step, before their first battle of course.

He caught himself staring again. Perhaps it'd be good to be on a civilian station again. More things to see than the clinically white walls of the ship, or the dark recesses of space. More distractions. Something to take the edge off, something to take the mind off... everything.
He took his first step off the ship in what felt like years. Perhaps it had been. Didn't really matter. He wondered how long the door had been opened for, the crew just waiting patiently for their captain to finally move from his catatonic state. He thought the blackouts had stopped, but it seems they had come back at the worst of times. He noticed her standing by the door. She didn't salute him as he passed, he found it odd, before realising the burns must've hurt her muscle fibers as well as her skin. He took a moment to wonder what her position was on the ship considering her damage, before deciding it was of no concern.
As he took the second step, the rest followed shortly.