All the ships are gone. Gay porn We sink to the floor together, him holding me tightly.“I don’t know what-what’s wrong with me,” I say through my sobs. My sensors do not indicate the Command Center has been launched, nor is there an active emergency signal.”“Can you not hear the alarm?!” I shout in frustration.“Oh, let me turn that off for you.”The klaxon goes silent.“Well, that’s better,” someone says. It started counting down. Do it on my authority.”“Scanning,” says the AI. That’s when I notice the Command Center is still attached to the station.My comms buzz with static and a voice I don’t recognize comes from the speakers.“That was a successful drill, everyone. Pilots, take off and search station space. If your ship is down and you can’t get into the cockpit of another pilot, I want you to get to a drop pod and drop planetside!”They scramble to follow my orders. We divide up, the nine of us that are left, and climb up to one of the five ships. The mess hall is deserted, I can tell just by glancing through the door. It’s only used to seal the hangar in emergencies, when the barrier is down.
