THE AQUEOUS TRANSMISSION. MIKE EYE
As she held that breath in, she tried with all her might to remain consciously locked onto that comforting sensation brought forth by the spectacular Vision she had just had, while still remaining mindful of her task at hand. She wanted to see how long she could hold in her big breath. And with it locked inside her lungs, she gathered up all her courage and turned around to face the facts.
Sludge, scattered.
And without realizing it, she let loose her breath before her in a forceful blow.
At the ship's bow, Lina helplessly beheld the same overwhelming mess of toxic rubble and pieces of corpses that had seared her vision from behind the great, big crystal glass dash, but now the dash was shattered, and the grimy debris was scattered upon the flight deck, having fallen into the ship when the cracked glass had given way. Lina was aghast.
The toxic shit littered a good portion of the flight deck, and there was a huge mound of it just outside, completely clogging the opening of where the dash had been. It seemed most of the spaceship’s sharply inclining, downward-sloping front-end was buried beneath the surface of a scorched Earth, trapping Lina hopelessly inside. She gathered a great amount of air into her lungs then released her breath to speak forcefully.
"SOLARIA!" the Mother proclaimed with raised head and lifted arms, "GUIDE ME OUT OF HERE!"
She shut her Eyes tightly and mustered together some nerve.
Lina gagged slightly as she reluctantly shuffled down the incline, toward the intruding wreckage to analyze it further, noticing a thin layer of smoke accumulating just above it as she got closer. Trying not to panic, she scanned the debris, seeking the source of the smoke. In the far corner, Lina caught glimpse of a small flame flickering faintly. She gasped. And then she came to find herself glaring into the center of the flame, concentrating hard on it.