More from the first chapter of Ghosts of Innocence. Shayla has just ejected herself, enclosed in a flimsy re-entry bubble, from a starship burning up in atmosphere. In the fight to escape, she jabbed one of her attackers with a stylus - through the folds of the bubble's fabric.
Her suit absorbed most of the pressure change, but she felt as if her eyes were going to burst.
How high am I? Black dots clouded her vision as she tried to read the display on her visor.
Burning agony pierced her shoulder. Shayla twisted her body away from the pain and glanced around. A tiny needle of white fire lanced through the air in front of her eyes. The stylus must have pierced the fabric. The material was tough, but if the hole spread she was dead.