Landon wasn't sure how long he'd been alone up here.
Days?
Weeks?
Months?
He'd... survived. That was a victory in his book, right?
But it was... what had the captain told him, when Landon had found him bleeding out in the cockpit? It was 'phyrric'; a victory that might as well have been a defeat.
Landon was the only one who'd survived.
Well, survived for now. Landon would survive for a bit, yet, but... the ship's systems wouldn't last forever, and he wouldn't last forever, and the silence was starting to get to him. The ship's orbit wouldn't last forever, either, but he'd be long dead by then.
Today-
Well, it was day on the planet... above? Below? It had little enough meaning on the Nodens now. No shifts, no duties. No leisure. No way out. No way home.
Today Landon drifted aimlessly through the ship. He'd meant to take stock of the Nodens' systems, as he had each day so far, but... what was the point? What could he do about them as they slowly broke down?
"Is... is there anything I can do?"
