"You know," she said, waving at the cruiser that was now turning into wreckage right before her eyes. "That was my mother's ship. She loved that ship. It was so special. She thought it was so important."
"What are your oxygen ratios, ambassador," he said through the comms.
"Ppbbft. Oxygen? What's that have to do?" More alarms went off.
Everything was getting fuzzy.
"That planet is big," she said.
She was heading right for the golden brown planet.
"I think it's a desert."
She ran her hand over her head.
A display started beeping.
Red lights were blinking.
"Blink, blink, blink." She put her hands on the control panel.
"What is blinking?" the Rhimodian asked.
"You have a deep voice. Did you know that?"
"It is deeper than yours," he said.
"No. It's like big deep." She giggled. "Like you're big and strong, boom boom boom," she made her voice deeper.
Then giggled again.
She was getting so sleepy. "I think I'm going to--"
"Tell me about the big voice," he said.
"Ppbth. That's you. Mr. Big voice."
"And who else has a big voice."
"My dad. He's mean. And likes to yell."
"Is my voice scary?"
"No. But I bet you are, Mr. Rhimodian."
"Please, Ambassador listen, you are losing oxygen. You're slowly starting to suffocate."
"Okay," What was he blathering on about?
"You're going to hit atmo in a moment."
"Uh-huh," she said. About that time, the ship slammed into the atmosphere of the planet. It rocked her back into her seat. She hit her head on the seat rest.
"Whoa," she muttered and looked around. Everything was orange and burning. "Hey, look. I'm on fire."
"You're not on fire. In a moment---"
The lights disappeared. "Oh, the fire's gone."
