When Commander Elena's tether snaps, space becomes her unpredictable adversary. A rogue spanner turns into her last ditch survival attempt
Elena Rodriguez is floating outside the International Space Station, repairing a panel with an assortment of tools floating nearby. Her suit glistens under the harsh sunlight. Suddenly, her tether snaps, sending her slowly drifting away from the station. The Earth looms immense beneath her, the curve of its horizon visible.
The stars had never seemed so indifferent.
Inside the ISS Command Module, various screens flicker with status updates and outside camera feeds. John Stevens, the mission commander, looks up with an urgent expression. His hand hovers over the communication console, tension evident in his posture.
'We see you, Elena. Just hold on,' crackled the response.
Cut back to Elena, now further from the ISS, her breathing audible in the helmet. A spanner drifts near her, a glimmer of hope. Elena's face is a mix of determination and fear as she activates her suit’s thrusters in small, controlled bursts, her eyes locked on the tool.
Elena felt the fear bubbling up like champagne in zero gravity, but she forced herself to think.
Elena's gloved hand finally grasps the spanner. With her thruster juice running low, she angles the tool for one last push. The tension in her body is visible as she focuses all her remaining energy on this desperate maneuver. The station looms in the distance, seemingly unreachable.
With one final push, she catapulted herself back toward the station, spiraling.