The Patrons
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. The one piercing the ears of the explorer crew was coming in loud and clear. A hand reached and yanked the broken tether of Sally King sending her speeding towards the four-man vessel sitting on the edge of the meteor belt. The sounds of her rapid breathing broken by the calm, static voice of Franklin Loy as he wrapped it around the face of the retrieval arm.