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“Mayday mayday mayday, this is Ship 268454, CCS Clara, does anyone copy?”
Static was all that followed, mixing with the low drum of the engines and steady, beeping alarms of the control panel. Breathing could also be heard, ragged and stuttering, weak as if the one who was doing the action was in pain. The static continued, an awful, grating noise that pressed down on the one remaining life form on the CCS Clara, designated Ship 268454. It weighed heavily on the only crew member left alive of the cargo ship.
“Mayday mayday mayday, this is Ship 268454, CCS Clara, does anyone copy?”
The person tried again, sending the signal outwards into the channel that was reserved for emergencies. Supposedly, it was constantly monitored by thousands of people at a time, listening for broadcasts from ships in danger.
It didn’t do much good if said ship was about twenty days from it’s original destination, and that was traveling at warp speed. That didn’t account for if the warp turbines were damaged.
“Mayday mayday mayday. This is Ship 268454, CCS Clara. Does anyone copy?”
A gentle thud echoed throughout the ship as nothing but static replied, the person broadcasting having dropped their head to the control panel. Their raggedy breathing hitched, a hint of a sob chasing each exhale. Hands clenched into fists, and two tears plopped onto the panel, from eyes that watered from pain, frustration, grief, and hopelessness.
Tommy inhaled, lifted his head, and pressed the button on the control panel that would start his signal broadcast. “Mayday mayday mayday,” he croaked, sniffling and clearing his throat before continuing, though it did little to mask the tears from his voice. “This is Ship 268454, CCS Clara. Please, does anyone copy?”