[b]Jason's sleek, and aged ship tore through space at the speed of light. His sword hovered above the control panel, as the sword now acted in place of his blinded eyes. The cockpit rattled around him, and the fuel meter was nearing empty. His ship's engine ran on the energy of sun's, so a nearby sun was the only that could save him. [/b] [i]"Sir! No suns can be reached with the amount of remaining fuel!"[/i] [b]His ship's AI said frantically.[/b] "Oscar, load the valuable data into the escape pod along with yourself. Captains go down with their ships. I intend to honor the tradition. Goodbye, Oscar." [b]He said, sighing.[/b] [b]Oscar loaded the remaining power into the escape pod, and shot out, aiming toward the Avalon. Jason sat back and turned on his vintage cassette player, which proceeded to blast out 80's music. He cleaned his sword as the ship's power depleted and the oxygen supply appeared on a timer in the ship's control panel. After five agonizingly anxious minutes, he grabbed his sword, reared it back in a combat pose, and dashed through the airlock hatch, the oxygen hissing out of the ship, and himself blinking out of light speed. He didn't breath, and knew he had to think fast. He reared his sword back again, charging it with all of his repressed rage and sadness, and rode the shockwave onto a nearby planet, Ashuna. He crashed through a sand dune, splitting it in half, creating a ripple that spread through the vast desert for miles. His breath came out in ragged gasps, and he dropped to his knees, before quickly blacking out.[/b] [spoiler]Closed. Any feedback appreciated.[/spoiler]