Last week, we left Shayla plunging from space in a damaged and rather flimsy bubble. In a fight aboard ship, the bubble was punctured now allowing a tiny jet of plasma in...
The plasma of re-entry glowed through the veined skin as she plunged through thickening air. The inside of the bubble was like an oven.
This is madness!
Shayla rehearsed her next movements. Before she had time to reconsider, she reached for the handgrips, her shoulder once more in the path of the intruding fire. Trembling fingers squeezed the controls on the grips. The trailing edge of the bubble split open and eased outwards, spreading to slow her descent and revealing a dazzling circle of blue above her.
A thin shriek escaped her lips around the mouthpiece as she kept hold of the controls, braking her fall as much as she dared.