Inktober 2024 - 14 - Roam
Andrew regains consciousness with a banging headache, his face flat on his dashboard. He winces in pain as he straightens up, which pulls on a cut on his forehead. He reaches for it reflexively, but the blood has already dried. He then looks around his cockpit, where every single equipment appears to have taken heavy damage, and swears under his breath. The hull must be intact, at least, or he would be dead. He looks out the window and cannot see any point of reference, only distant stars that are just as likely to be familiar as they are to be unknown, from this far. He manages to pull up a radar image, for a 360° view, but that is no help. So, he goes for the radio: "HQ? Anyone copy?" " Five by five, Captain McCarthy, " answers a mechanical voice. "Can you tell me where I am?" " Your ship's navigation system appears to be offline. " "Yeah, I can see that; that's why I was hoping you could help me out." " I am sorry...