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This is a worse case scenario.
The kind that you train for. the kind that you think when it comes down to it, you can control it.
5 years we've been out here without so much as a hiccup.
There was 12 of us up to this point.
We lost our mission commander Alan Ritter.
He died for the rest of us to survive.
we lost three more trying to make it to one of the shuttles.
Baker, Tantalli, and Meck...it was so quick and violent to see them disappear like that.
One second there.. and then they were gone, taken from us so quickly.
exposure to vacuum is the worst way in my opinion.
During the last few seconds time seemed to slow, and the ship seemed so much bigger.
True fear is all you can feel in a situation like this.
When you know that your only safety is crumbling around you. True fear.
Something exploded as we made our way through the G-Hab, killing Seller with a water tank.
She was so pretty, she had such a soft and intelligent gaze, the kind you knew warranted constant deep thought.
Hair as black as the space around us, and a body that underwent constant exercise.
We were closer to the shuttle now. only a ladder and corridor between us and escape.
As we made our way down the ladder i watch two more of us die. So much heat from the flames as they vanished.
I'll never forget the smell.
The last few feet to the shuttle were almost robotic movements.
As the bulkhead jumped up and the five of us scrambled in.
Working through the shuttle systems as quickly as we could. taking only seconds to do what we could only do previously in minutes.
It was like our bodies knew.
Our minds on auto-pilot.
There was a big jolt as the shuttle detached and shot forward.
Within a few seconds we were far from danger. breathing hard and looking to eachother with lost eyes.
None of us knew what to do next, and as i watched through the display as "The Adventure'' came to a fiery demise,
I knew this was just the beginning.

Description
This is a worse case scenario.
The kind that you train for. the kind that you think when it comes down to it, you can control it.
5 years we've been out here without so much as a hiccup.
There was 12 of us up to this point.
We lost our mission commander Alan Ritter.
He died for the rest of us to survive.
we lost three more trying to make it to one of the shuttles.
Baker, Tantalli, and Meck...it was so quick and violent to see them disappear like that.
One second there.. and then they were gone, taken from us so quickly.
exposure to vacuum is the worst way in my opinion.
During the last few seconds time seemed to slow, and the ship seemed so much bigger.
True fear is all you can feel in a situation like this.
When you know that your only safety is crumbling around you. True fear.
Something exploded as we made our way through the G-Hab, killing Seller with a water tank.
She was so pretty, she had such a soft and intelligent gaze, the kind you knew warranted constant deep thought.
Hair as black as the space around us, and a body that underwent constant exercise.
We were closer to the shuttle now. only a ladder and corridor between us and escape.
As we made our way down the ladder i watch two more of us die. So much heat from the flames as they vanished.
I'll never forget the smell.
The last few feet to the shuttle were almost robotic movements.
As the bulkhead jumped up and the five of us scrambled in.
Working through the shuttle systems as quickly as we could. taking only seconds to do what we could only do previously in minutes.
It was like our bodies knew.
Our minds on auto-pilot.
There was a big jolt as the shuttle detached and shot forward.
Within a few seconds we were far from danger. breathing hard and looking to eachother with lost eyes.
None of us knew what to do next, and as i watched through the display as "The Adventure'' came to a fiery demise,
I knew this was just the beginning.