Phainon Sailor

As she drifted further from the wreckage of her ship, she couldn’t help but focus not on the certainty of her and her crew’s doom, but the splendid beauty of Phainon before her. She felt lucky that she had the privilege of facing Phainon for her final moments, the shining pearl far, far below her. Caps of ice repelled Hyperion’s light, as she had repelled the swine from her home’s orbit. The wreck of her once mighty ship receded into the backdrop of the stars, a charred gash along her side but the flag painted on the side proudly unscathed, its shining colors of blue and white casting rays into the void. The steel of the once mighty ships’ gun barrels glowed a soft ember red, slowly fading to a cold slate gray. The tattered remains of the swine drifted in a similar fashion to her ship somewhere behind her person, unable to move her body at all due to fatigue and a lack of gravity. A pyrrhic victory, but a victory nevertheless. She felt pressure build behind her eyes as the air slowly leaked from the suit, rushing from where a jagged hunk of steel pierced her abdomen. A rhythmic alarm tried in vain to alert her of the pressure dropping, and while she was remotely aware, there was nothing she could do. Though the scrap would be her demise, its imperfect seal allowed her to consciously bask in Phainon’s beauty for just a few more minutes. The alarm ceased its drone, seemingly as if to allow her to enjoy her precious few moments left in peace. Her breaths, now meek wheezes began to thin as the air did. Content with her final moments, she whispered Phainon one final goodbye, before shutting her eyes.