A/N: Okay, here's the next installment of the story. Sorry that it's still short...
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Carolyn tried to work the controls with increasing frustration. It seemed that at some point before she had come back to her senses while escaping the Company she had locked in coordinates and then locked herself out of the controls. If she couldn't get the controls back then she was going to have no choice but to put herself in cryosleep and hope that she doesn't crash again... Particularly because she had no provisions. Still, Carolyn argued with the controls for hours before the ship's safety protocols kicked in and forced her into cryosleep anyway by strapping her into the pilots chair and turning it into a cryotube.
"What kind of ship has an automated feature like this?" She demanded, panic in her voice.
"A Mark 2 Emergency Escape Shuttle of a Class 1 Medical Sciences Research Frigate." The computer replied, much to Carolyn's shock.
It was the answer itself – not the fact that she had gotten one, though that was unexpected – that made her pause in shock. The ship (having an AI) took the opportunity to stick her with a needle that sedated her seconds later.
Carolyn came too about four months later to the sight of a massive nebula looming ever closer.
"Please be advised Passenger-"
"Carolyn." She interrupted distractedly, "My name is Carolyn."
"Please be advised Carolyn that I do not have sufficient shielding to keep you alive if you remain in the cockpit. Please evacuate to the rear portion where the shielding is better."
"Can't you just unlock the controls and let me fly us around this?" Carolyn asked, hoping to finally be able to take control of the ship.
"Negative. That is not a viable option."
"And why is that?" She asked, trying – again – to unlock the controls anyway.
Images and scenes of the hunter Gratzner's crash danced in gleeful abandon through her head and she reflected that it may have left her a bit more traumatized than she had, at first, thought. It's easy to not realize how badly one has been effected by any given event when you don't even get the chance to process it.
"I am under orders from Lt. Graham to not let you take the controls."
So it had been him and not her who had set up the navigation. She was going to kill her brother.
"Did he say why?" She asked as mildly as she could.
"No. Lt. Graham only informed me that he would rip out all of my wiring and circuitboards and eject them out into space."
Translation: He'd eviscerate the ship. Why, exactly, had she been so afraid of Riddick? Oh yeah... Because she'd had no guarantee that he wouldn't kill her at the time, unlike when she was dealing with her – currently infuriating – brother. But that didn't matter at the moment because she had to get into the back portion of the small ship.
"Ship." Carolyn called as the doors swished shut behind her.
"Lt. Graham named me Rose."
"Rose... About how long will it be before we reach our destination?"
"Fifteen hours, ten minutes and forty two minutes."
Well, at least she was almost there. Wait a minute. That meant that her destination was inside of the nebula.
A/N: As always, pretty please review! It keeps me writing!