The Protogen Generation

Lucas's P.O.V

“Have you found any damage?” Avera asked, peering out the windscreen. “No, the antennas are fine. Not a scratch on anything.” Responded Scott.

“And the heatshield?” I asked, peering out the windscreen as well. “No damage.” Said Michael, “still looks new.”

Avera sighed, “Well come back in then. Not much need to have you guys out there.” She said into her mic. “Give me a minute, I want to get a look at this view…” Michael responds.

“Be quick.” Avera said before glancing out the window again. “Yeah.. The view is stunning though.” Replied Scott, “But the continents look kinda funny.”

“What do you mean they look funny?” Garrett asked, “Looks like a bunch of land from in here.”

“No I mean that it just looks off, ya know?” Scott said, “It's like I can almost recognize it.”

Avera looked impatient, “Just get back to the airlock.” She said, “We can figure the view out later.”

“Yeah Scott we can figure-” Michael said, stopping himself mid sentence. “Uh, what's that?”

“What's what?” I asked. “A bunch of small shiny things in the distance.” Replied Michael. “Those are called stars,” Garrett retorted, “Space is full of them.”

“But they are getting bigger…” He said, “Uh Scott we gotta go, right now.”

“Huh? What are you- Oh shit!” Scott said, barely masking his horrified tone. “Space debris!”

“What?” Avera said, “You can't be serious?”

Before anything else could be said, the pings of metal ripping through metal shrieked through the cabin. Vita looked around concerned,“Uhm-”

“Get your helmets on!” Avera practically yelled. I reached over for my helmet, and by the time it was pulled to my chest, something large struck the ship.

Something big hit us, the ship was flung into a violent spin. The helmet escaped my grasp, getting flung out of sight in the process.

The ship continued to get peppered by bits of who knows what. Parts of the windshield looked as if it was about to give out while it got obliterated by pieces of debris. As this happened, the sides of the cockpit began to deform around me. Cracks I could have sworn, developed me on all sides.

With a violent pop, the once familiar panels of buttons and switches were now replaced by the dark ink of space.

In a silent, slow motion, I was ripped from my seat, air sucked from my lungs and all. I clawed at my lack of surroundings, but all it did was spit me further from the ship. I couldn't breathe…

I spun around wildly as I got farther and farther, the ship, the planet, the black void of space, all merging in a streaky line. I choked as things dimmed. Darker, darker, air, air!

I shot up on the sofa, gasping for the oxygen I so desperately needed… It was pitch black in the room. The only noise was the distance whooshing of the wind.

I was… fine. I could breathe, and I wasn't floating into space. No, I was just sleeping on the couch.

It was a dream, wasn't it… Still here on Aure- Earth. On Earth. I frantically turned my head, gosh it must be the middle of the night.

“You alright?” Somebody asked dryly. “What?” I said, still out of breath. A lamp turned on in the corner of the room, making me flinch. I could at least see my surroundings now.

It was Vita, who was awkwardly curled up on the adjacent sofa-bed. She could barely fit on it given her size. Winter showed us how to turn the couch into a bed by unfolding a hidden mattress, but even then Vita still had to curl up to fit. Unfortunately the couch I was on didn't have the pop-out bed. Kinda sucks.