"Damn it! Damn it!"
Lieutenant Cooper clung tightly to the wildly spinning wreckage that had been hurled into space by the blast, cursing loudly all the while. Even though his spacesuit's temperature control system provided a survivable temperature, Lieutenant Cooper still felt cold sweat sliding down his back. Where am I going? Why am I caught up in this damned mess? Fuck! Calm down! Calm down! How do I get back to the ship? I need to release the air from the tank! This had better work! Get ready to go...
He took a deep breath and detached the connection between his suit and the air tank. "One, two, three! Come on, come on!" When the pressure reached the critical point, he disengaged his spacesuit's magnetic boots, and the propulsion system on his back pushed him away from the wreckage. "Yes! Yes!" He adjusted his posture, facing the cross-shaped spacecraft in orbit, illuminated by the massive thunderstorms constantly flashing within Neptune's atmosphere. Perhaps it was an illusion caused by panic and tension, or perhaps he had been injured in the blast, but Lieutenant Cooper had the distinct feeling that he had done something like this before.
He knew exactly how much pressure the thrusters needed before he jumped, how much oxygen he had to save to keep breathing until he returned to the ship, and that something terribly wrong had happened aboard the Event Horizon. The explosion seemed to be pushing the Event Horizon back toward Neptune's atmosphere, where the dense thunderstorms would soon tear the hull apart. He shook his head, forcing the absurd thought from his mind. He did not see another person in an identical spacesuit jump from the wreckage behind him. That person's back was turned to him as well, completely unaware of his existence.
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