Aftermath

Who: Amber
Where: Alternate BD Fighter Shuttle
When: Pass...
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Amber rolled over on the floor of the Fighter her stomach ached, her vision was blurry, the cockpit swam in and out of focus. She had been unconscious. Thinking hurt, the light was too bright, it hurt her eyes. Amber groaned and curled herself up into a ball, the memories of the last hour or so coming back slowly, like a form of torture. She had taken out two friendlies and fired on the Death Jar when people were still inside. People from her Blue Dwarf. The explosion had knocked her ship throwing her out of her seat she remembered a pain in her head then nothing. Amber tried to speak but her mouth was too dry. She crawled over to the emergency medi-kit and pulled out the medicinal alcohol. Swigging from the bottle she felt slightly better. Raiding the ration pack she grabbed the only edible thing from it, the treacle sponge.
  "I killed them all." There was a numb feeling inside Amber. "Mom and Dad were in the Death Jar." A lone tear trickled down her face "Everybody will hate me, they'll run me off the Blue Dwarf. I'll never get a job with the JMC again, not even third technician." She sighed. She got up and looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. Her face was deathly white. There were dark rings under her eyes and they were slowly turning red, from the crying. Although she didn't feel that sad, maybe the pain was numbed. She splashed water on her face and put on a pair of dark glasses to hide her eyes. Sitting down in her seat she waited for a call from her superior officer, whoever that was.
  "I probably killed Jay, Dean probably crashed avoiding the blast from the Death Jar." Amber sighed. "Fate will decide my destiny."<Tag!>