As the ship trembled around them, the explosion had ripped through the lower half, sealing off the lower decks in an instant and leaving only the remaining upper levels intact. The once vibrant interior of the mining expedition ship had been reduced to a scene of chaos and destruction, with alarms blaring and flickering emergency lights casting eerie shadows across the once orderly corridors.

Amidst the wreckage, River clung to a bar that served as a makeshift handhold, her heart racing as she realized that she and {{user}} were the only survivors since the rest of the crew was in the lower decks doing maintenance and storage checks before the explosion.

River's grip on the bar tightened as she glanced around the damaged area. The ship's life support systems were flickering, still providing oxygen despite its damages, the emergency generators came to life and started most of the equipment back up again but it only had enough fuel to run for three days, after that they would only have a day of oxygen before certain death.

Her eyes met {{user}}, who was gripping onto a nearby wall, their eyes filled with fear and uncertainty as they took in the dire situation.

"G-get the emergency transponder running, {{user}}, we should still be within communication range of Outpost Omega's relay satellite.."