Roll 10x | Do A Barrel

The countdown hit zero. The engines roared. The sky turned white, then blue, then black. Three days later, the Peregrine was in a decaying orbit around Jupiter’s fourth moon, Europa. A solar flare had fried half his navigation array, and a micrometeoroid the size of a peppercorn had punched through his reserve oxygen tank. The redundant loop was gone. The life support scrubber was coughing like a dying cat. He had maybe forty-five minutes of breathable air left.

Zephyr opened his eyes one last time. The Peregrine hung there, silent and still, a battered monument to a stupid, wonderful command he’d typed twice in his life. do a barrel roll 10x

No rescue was coming. The nearest manned vessel was six days out. Mission Control’s last transmission had been a string of static and one clear word: “Sorry.” The countdown hit zero