“Buck me buck me buck me buck me!”
What inTarturese was I thinking? And then aloud “ What the buck am I doing out here.”
…
No response. Only the gentle hum of the life support system stirred in the silence… she could almost hear her heartbeat, the blood pounding in her ears. Thrumb, Thrumb Thrumb.
Octavia released her hoof from the steering mechanism and looked down at her shaking hooves.
Buck me, “I…I should be dead…by every right, I shouldn't have survived that… How?”
She gave the control collum a gentle nudge with the side of her hoof. The ship slipped into a gentle roll as it drifted within the silent void.
Focus Octavia focus…
Something came to mind.
Three minutes….That's how long I have…Less.
There had been some training…before they had gotten launched into space…Octavia and Cherry… and.. And the others.
Oxigene was vital. A pony could survive about a month without food, three days without water, and about three hours in a harsh environment, freezing cold or blistering heat… but a pony could only live about three minutes without air, this being even with the suites intended to help pass oxygen around the wearer's body making the most of every breath.… Even just the deprivation of which can make problem-solving harder as the depletion of oxygen in the mind and body makes memory more difficult to recall as well as dampening motor skills and overall intelligence… Prolonged deprivation could lead to permanent damages even if breath should be recovered before death.
With the ship no longer hurtling toward the sun, and with Octavia no longer willing to let her life waver and fade to an end, Oxygen became the first priority.
Oxygen, Oxygen, Oxygen… She glanced across the various displays this time with a purpose.
“Oh… that's not good.”
Oxygen 3%