Peter and Adri felt they were screwed. The ship was exploding, probably some self defense measure that killing the captain had initiated. They had found new suits so they could survive the cold vacuum for some time, but without a way of getting away from the ship, this seemed like at best a way to die in space of oxygen asphyiation. But it was better than being blown up. Adri grabbed Peter's hand as they stepped out of the airlock and into space. The ship exploded behind them soundlessly, small portions detonating and then imploding. It would have been beautiful if not for the obvious danger to Adri and Peter.
"Well the voice of the Fire god didnt' last very long." Peter sounded glum, Adri couldn't blame him, it sucked to be brought back to life to die.
"At least we go out with a bang eh eh?"
"Adri I don't think this is a time for jokes."
"Perfect time for jokes, I mean what better way to face oblivion." Peter said nothing, he just floated next to Adri watching the explosions. And that's how they would have stayed had a ship not shown up as if called from their god (which to be fair it was). The cargo doors opened on the ship and not wanting to look a gift ship in the mouth they both climbed inside. The ship was fairly bare bones, and only had one person piloting it.
"Sit rest you've had a very trying day." The pilot was a woman, sounded like mid forties to Adri and Peter.
"Who are you? How did you know to come get us?"
"You're our gods voice yes? I'm her hand, and you definitely needed one just now."
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