Oxygen 0

John was hitting nearly all the buttons he could, and had been trying for nearly 2 hours to try and get all of TB5 systems running again. Before hand, a meteor had hit one of the main satellites on the outer shell, and had knocked it out dead. John had no communication connection with earth, and since it was the 3rd dish from the main beam that had been damaged, none of the TB's had contact with base. John knew what he had to be fixed, but without a second person to help, he was stuck. The 3rd dish housed some of the electrical's aboard, resulting in power failure with the station.

"Why did this have to happen? I hate it when this happens, and always to me. Stupid protocol, if dad would just ease up on the outer space fixes, I would have this started up again by now! Well at least Scott and Brains are coming up... or at least I think that is what he said. I guess all I can do is sit back and wait better check the oxygen levels though"

John walked through the darkened station till he reached a few gages mounted on the wall. He picked up his electronic tablet and started recording numbers. Then something caught his eye, he saw that the main floors oxygen's level was at critical. John's eyes widened and kept looking back to check he had got it right. He had.

"Oh my god, I never thought this would happen. Dad said it was near impossible for this to happen! And it's happened! Ok Johnny Boy, calm. There's nowhere to run, just grab the emergency cylinder and make do. Those things have like 3 hours of oxygen supply, and we have 5 of those up here! Wait... No we don't! Oh Scott please get here quick!"

Johnny returned to the main after checking the oxygen supplies, all of which were running low, and there were no backups. They hadn't been ordered yet and sent up; they were in the cargo hold that Scott and Jeff had bought back.

After half an hour, there was little oxygen left. John had turned off the anti gravity to preserve the small supply left. He was now floating above the main console, and was restricting his breathing. He could feel himself slipping away into unconsciousness, and comforted himself for what he thought may be the last time he heard his own voice,

"Less than 1% air left, well, guess this is it"

John's motionless body drifted through the empty void of the control room, and just as TB3 arrived, all the lights grew even dimmer and a siren started to sound. The oxygen had run out. The oxygen level, read 0.