Sci Fi
Xenos
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. This was the last thing that Conrad heard as he was pushed into the airlock with only the oxygen in his suit, “Stop, I was set up by the Runners,” he shouted out, only to be ignored as the door slid shut. The runners were a small criminal band that was trying to take over the station floating in space over planet Xenos and were succeeding by setting up individuals that had some importance on the station. “Come on guys, you know I wouldn’t try and sabotage the life support, that would be crazy and insane,” Conrad protested through the airlock communications. “Sorry sir, but all evidence is pointing at you and you had the access with your clearance,” one of his former colleagues replied. “Just give me a chance to clear my name,” was the last thing Conrad said as he was sucked out by the vacuum of space when the door slid open. Floating helplessly in the vast darkness as the station floated further and further away when a crackle came over his comms, “Sir, can you hear me?” came a female voice. “If you can sir, I am coming in from under you and when I get close enough he will shoot a line to you. Do you understand what I am saying?” she asked and trying to conserve his oxygen gave a thumbs up.
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