Tuesday Prompt – ice

 

It looked as if the storm wouldn’t slow down anytime soon. Claire just knew that the hail would eventually crack the window at this rate. She didn’t know how much longer her ship would be able to withstand the hailstorm. Just a day ago, her ship had crashed on a winter locked planet, and she had been trying with no luck to send messages out to any passing ships so they could find her. Her supplies were running low, and the storms only let up for a few ours at a time. The last one only lasted three hours, then she got a welcome break from the constant pelting.

Another storm started to take the place of the previous one. Why did ice pelt this planet? It was already covered in snow, but there were balls of ice mixed in. Hailsnow, she had come to call it. Remembering the winters she spent back at home on Earth in Michigan, nothing there prepared her for this.

She turned the computer back on again, sending out another aid request. Someone had to be out there. Maybe if she tried to get send a message out when the storms let up someone would hear her.

ATTENTION. ATTENTION. HAILING ON ALL FREQUENCIES. MY NAME IS CLAIRE ALSHERON, OF FLEET 458 OF THE UNION OF NORTH AMERICA OF EARTH. IF THERE IS ANYONE PASSING BY PLANET 78 ON THE OUTER SVERAI RIM, PLEASE RESPOND. I AM STRANDED AND I SEEK AID GETTING OUT OF HERE. BEWARE OF THE HAILSNOW. CHECK THE CONDITIONS BEFORE ATTEMPTING TO RESCUE ME. MY COORDINATES ARE ATTACHED.

That was the frequency text version of her shouts for help. She then recorded a voice version, and waited for the hailsnow to stop so she could get her message out there. Somebody out there had to hear her. Once the storm stopped, she sent out her message. She closed her eyes, figuring a nap would keep her energized.

The nap ended up being full blown sleep, and then she heard something tapping on the door of her ship. She got up and approached to see a man in full blown winter gear looking at her through the door’s viewport.

He motioned for her to let him in, and she saw the Union’s flag on the sleeve of his winter gear. She nearly screamed with happiness.

Once he was inside, he spoke. “I’m here to get you. Grab anything you need. We’re going to have to leave your ship here, sadly. Make sure you don’t leave any data behind. We’re teleporting back to the mothership.”

All those constant hails paid off.

 

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