It's going to be a good day I had thought to myself. But God was I wrong after the events of today I'm not even sure there is a God. I'm on a terraforming mission aboard the Aurora. I say terraforming but really I know it is a mission to clear the planet of all useful resources then abandon it. Just like we did to Earth. -Can't believe I was fired-, I think to myself that twat of a Captain Reynolds. Hardly at all doesn't even fly the ship, it's autopilot. A small service bot crawls towards me. "Can I be of assistance ma'am?" It said in it's annoying perk voice. Hearing that voice made me wish for nails down a chalk board. I don't answer it I just give it a fairly solid kick to the face. This caused it to taser me.
"I feel like I've just drunk four pints of larger." I exclaim. "Serves you right" Says the perky robot then scuttles away. Looking at my watch I discover that robot waited two hours to tell me I'm a bitch. Staggering I manage to stand then limp back to my quarters. On the way back I see another service both which chooses to violently hiss at me then run away. As I reach my room I stare out the window at the planet below us. This wasn't the planet we're heading to. This one is completely ocean and is called Charles-740, however it's more popular nickname is Subnautica. I couldn't help but think of the ancient movie Castaway and its rather shitty sequal Castaway 2: Chuck in space. The planet has a very melancholy and lonely feeling to it. There is a research team currently on the planet compossed of about fifteen people. I suddenly realised that there was a fairly large fiery projectile heading towards the Aurora. "Shit." Was my only thought as the projectile smacked into the ships hull triggering a series of explosions.
Sirens blared as I sprint down the hall, dozens of service bots scuttling to repair the holes. People ran as fast as they could attempting to bring their belongings with them. I see an escape pod with the number five written in orange above it. Before I climb down I slip into my space/aquatic suit and climb in.
I scramble with my seat locking myself in place people clawing at the porthole to be let in. "I'm sorry" I cry out tears in my eyes. The sound of a closing vacuum then I'm dropped. Falling through the sky wind gushing past the pod. A metal plate breaks off it's holding. It bounces around the pod. "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck." Then it hit me...literally.