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down with bingo power! Request immediate rescue, repeat, request immediate rescue!”
    The main cabin shuddered so violently I thought it would break apart. I saw my dad steadying himself, his respirator face mask in place, as he made his way from the cockpit back to me. As bad as things were, I still felt relief wash over me. With my dad here, nothing could go wrong. He was Cypher Raige, the Original Ghost, Commander General of Nova Prime.
    Despite the ship’s shaking, all the Rangers were working to reinforce the bulkhead area as warning lights flashed above them. Their military training was obvious in every precise movement. But I found myself wondering if that would be enough.
    I wanted to help, but my dad pressed his hand to my chest, keeping me in place. He helped me fasten my belt and harness, pulling them tight. I locked eyes with him, feeling the calm still radiating from him. I had no idea how he could remain calm. I wondered if this was how you ghosted, if this was the secret. And then my dad was slammed into the corner of the main cabin, and I finally released the scream I’d been holding back as he was tossed around like a rag doll. The squeal of splintering metal ripped through the cabin, and I clapped my hands over my ears to block it out. It didn’t help. Our ship was being torn to shreds. Dad was whipped to the front of the ship and out of sight. I shouted for him, but the howling of the wind drowned out my voice.
    Our ship broke in two. High-pressure air rushed into the cabin. The two halves of our ship fell away from each other. Twenty Rangers, still struggling to solder the ship back together, spun away with the rear section of the ship. The ship continued to break apart as we fell. I struggled to remain conscious, but the g-force was too much for me. Everything went black.

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    W hen I woke up, the world had tilted around me. Cords dangled from the ceiling at random angles. I heard the quiet hum of the ship’s computers and, in the distance, a buzz that might have been insects. I tried to sit up but my double harness pulled me back. I fumbled with the buckles, finally managing to release them. Stumbling to my feet, I swayed in the aisle.
    Then my training kicked in: assess your condition. I ran through my symptoms: dizzy, groggy, confused. I understood that I was in shock, but I didn’t know how to snap myself out of it. I just knew I had to find my dad.
    A few shafts of light sliced into the cabin through the passenger windows and the gaping hole where the rest of the ship used to be. Past where the ship now ended, I could see some kind of cavern outside.
    My breath fogged my oxygen mask and I pulled it down around my neck, trying to get my bearings. I immediately gasped for air. A digital meter on my mask read Low Oxygen: 15%. Caution . I yanked the mask back on and took a deep gulp. Relief. I tightened my mask before heading down the aisle to see what else was left.
    I saw a body tangled between the seats, too twisted to be alive. I stared in horror at the Ranger, but despite the tight knot of fear coiling in my stomach, I forced myself to keep going. I couldn’t stay here. I had to find my dad.
    Debris cluttered the aisle, and I did my best to avoid the sharp metal shards. Suddenly I heard a loud beep, followed by a bang and a buzz. I turned to see what it was as two sets of air lock doors began to close. They banged against a Ranger who lay lifeless between them. I saw that his arm was stuck, but the doors kept pushing against him, beeping and buzzing as they struggled to close. The computer’s voice blared: “Remove obstruction. Remove obstruction.” I wanted to run, but I wanted the sounds to stop too. And I couldn’t let the doors keep crashing into that Ranger. He deserved better. Making my way toward him, I nudged him past the doors with my foot until he was clear. He probably deserved better than that too, but it was the best I could do. I