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Dr. Adam Brody had always know that he'd die in space. He had admitted it to a kino a few years back. The kino that, like him, was lost in the untold silence in a now distant solar system; galaxies away from where he was now. Destiny had left him out there, floating helplessly in the void with only the distant light of faraway stars to comfort him as his life support drained away slowly. It had been hours before that the last trail of light from the ships FTL drive faded away into nothingness.

It had been a necessary repair to make, he even volunteered for it, even within the midst of enemy fire. The one thing stopping them from escaping the barraging fire of their weapons was a faulty shield emitter on the underside of the hull. He could have fixed it with his eyes closed. Reroute the power, bypass this... Extend that... Though the repair had worked perfectly the one thing he hadn't counted on was the faulty fourth suit's magnetic boots. Rush said that they were working perfectly. He said that everything would work. Why did he listen. To Rush of all people. That man would have said it was working even if the suit had a rupture. Rush would have rather lost a man than have the ship damaged.

As the ship lurched into motion he had lost his footing and been jerked of the hull. The sound of sheer indifference in Rush's false reassurance disgusted Adam, as he slowly drifted off. He had seen the vessel which he had begun to call home, drift away. It had felt like a nightmare where the sky suddenly opened up and he fell from into the sky. He had expected to wake up at any moment with his feet firmly rooted in Destiny's artificial gravity. But for what had seemed like hours the only thing that happened was the blinding flashes of light that the enemies weapons produced on the shield. Matching the rhythm of his heartbeat, the only thing that he could feel as he fell away from the bulkheads that he had called home.

At the time he counted himself lucky that the ship had not smashed his body into pieces as it left for good, or that the enemy had not turned fire on him out of sheer spite when Destiny had left. But now the loneliness was surrounding him and he had wished that he could have went out in a blaze of glory instead of the cold, dark death he was now facing.

His life support was almost out and he knew that Destiny couldn't come back for him in time, at least not without permanently destroying their engines; and besides, he knew from experience that they could never survive another beating from the armada that had been following them since entering this galaxy. The only thing he could do was think. Something that, as a scientist, he was very good at.

As he thought more about death he recounted the list of friends, lost over the many years. Franklin, Riley, Camile, TJ, the Colonel and others that he had barely knew at all. He jotted off his name last, counting himself amongst the lost already. While many people would have pitied his plight, having been thrown galaxies away from home with almost no chance of survival. He considered himself lucky, having been apart of the expedition to find, as Rush put it "The destiny of all Living Things.".

Finally as he breathed his last supply of oxygen he thought about the first thought he had when he stepped through the Stargate.

"I always knew I was going to die in space."