Oh, he did.
But it didn't seem to do anything. It still felt like we were caught in the blast of a supernova. I yelled as the ship's lights flickered and eventually went out with a very metallic crack. I stood up, feeling around my cockpit.
"S.A.I.L!" I began. "I need you to-"
Wait. The ship's power was out. I'm an Idiot, I thought to myself. Of course he's offline. I peered out the front cockpit window, which had cracked from the collision. "Some shield," I sneered. The ship's shield system was very effective for protection against enemy fire, but enormous asteroids were a different story altogether.
I should install some emergency lights in here, I thought. And while I'm at it, I should install a new cockpit door. My ship's cockpit door worked entirely with electricity. I would need my Matter Manipulator to open it, but unfortunately it was in the ship's main room, on the other side of the door. I knew that making my cockpit door completely dependent on electricity was a bad idea.
As my eyes began to adjust to the darkness, I saw something vaguely through the cracked cockpit window. It's another ship! I thought. It looked almost similar to mine, actually, just a different colour. My ship was just a standard silver, but this one was jet black, with a big purple stripe down the middle. It was sleek, and beautiful. I hadn't seen a ship like that before.
Seemingly out of nowhere, my head began to swim. At first, I thought it was me squinting too much, trying to focus my eyes on the vessel in from of me. But then I realized.
The ship's oxygen tank ran on electricity.
And the cockpit was air-tight without the oxygen running.
"I'm really starting to hate this ship," I mumbled, kicking my captain's chair. It floated slowly across the cockpit. I smiled. At least my gravity boots didn't run on the ship's power supply.
Okay, I thought. Let's assess the situation. My ship's power was out, my cockpit door ran on the ship's power supply, as did the oxygen tank. I was stuck in my air-tight cockpit, and I was already starting to feel faint.
Things were getting more fuzzy by the minute. This wasn't good. I stumbed over to the cockpit window, seeing the sleek black ship again. Maybe they can help. I thought.
I could only hope. I liked that. Hope. I started to feel a small twinge, in the innermost part of my brain, of hope. I stood up, straightened my back, and held my head up. I could do this.
...Right?