BWAAH! BWAAH! BWAAH!

Jaune Arc was jolted awake from the sudden screaming alarms going off, he had slipped off his chair and crawled to

his knees as he looked around in a daze. The cockpit was being repeatedly bathed in bright red lights in sync with the screeching alarm.

BWAAH! BWAAH! BWAAH!

"I'm up! I'm up!" He gripped the edge of the navigation console and dragged his body up as he grumbled. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes as he attempted to read the screen and discover why he had just been so rudely awoken.

'Alert! Alert! Current Trajectory - Coord. P3447:9701864.5122:-0490210.1202 - Notable Objects: PBH: Tlenai*'

"Oh fuck." He might've not been the best student, and he definitely didn't memorize the obscure names of stars or satellites, but even a child knew the abbreviation: PBH, or Primordial Black Hole. Born during the beginning, they will consume the end.

BWAAH! BWAAH! BWAAH!

He was now fully awake from the shot of fear coursing through his veins, he might've displayed courage or put up a front of bravery during moments of crisis, but regardless of his mental state, he wouldn't survive a PBH if he didn't focus.

His fingers blurred as he desperately typed away the navigation console, but no matter what he did, he couldn't find a way to change his destination. In a few minutes, his spaceship would enter within the halo orbital pull of Tlenai*.

BWAAH! BWAAH! BWAAH!

A chuckle escaped his lips as he found out why he was going to die, while he was asleep, his ship had flown through a small electrically charged stormbelt. The impacts and shocks fried most of the systems aboard the cheap rust bucket he was renting.

And the only reason he had entered that stormbelt was because the autopilot hadn't detected it, and that was because he had turned off the ultrasonic sonar.

BWAAH! BWAaa—

The blaring alarm and the flashing lights abruptly stopped as the ship lost power.

Jaune held his breath, waiting for the backup power to kick in, and then he remembered seeing the generator and batteries for a quick buck. "Fuck."

His eyes adjusted to the contrast of blinding starlight on an non-existent backdrop shooting through the space-grade glass windows, and he saw a massive void surrounded by swirling burning gas. Though from his perspective, it was the only size of a marble on the other side of a room, he knew that he wouldn't be able to see its true size and remain intact or alive.

A wave of defeat nearly toppled him, but he found his footing and spun around. He pried open the loose doors of the cockpit, for once grateful that his ship was shoddily made, and then he stumbled as the gravitational generator went offline.

He smashed into a wall and was held down by the violent vibrations that destroyed his balance. With hands, elbows, knees, and feet, he crawled over the floor, roof and walls. His motion sickness flared up, and he vomited after his stomach impacted on a beam.

With bruises, he forced his way inside the ventilation system to minimize the chaotic forces throwing him around. His teeth chattered and he was sure they were getting chipped away, and his brain shook in his skull, blind spots filled his vision as he desperately clawed his way through the vents.

Jaune was flung through a grate, and fortunately it was into the room he had been aiming for, with fingers covered in blood and missing nails, he clung onto a small hatch. The world was spinning and he couldn't rely on his spotty vision, so it was pure guesswork as his bloody fingers slammed into a keyboard. He couldn't go slow or he would mess up.

With each press of a button, he cracked the input key and a finger, he wouldn't have a second chance. Luckily, the password didn't have any repeating characters.

A violent burning hiss pushed against skin, and he then felt a biting chill suck against his body, taking a deep breath he dove into the now opened hatch. He slammed it shut right before the airlock could finish clearing the room, and the port doors slid open.

The sudden acceleration of the escape pod had forced his head to collide violently against a wall, then Jaune finally succumbed to the overwhelming pressure of the situation and blacked out.

There was no guarantee that the spare escape pod he kept laying around would be able to escape the outer halo of the PBH, or that if it did he would find a suitable landing spot or even be able to be rescued at all. But he had hope that destiny would guide his ship.

Wherever he took risks, every time he put his all into accomplishing something, eventually fate would reward him in the end. Sometimes he wasn't exactly satisfied with the reward, but he was always grateful to be alive.

Unconscious, a boy drifted through space without any control over his destination.


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