#101 of Short Stories
A piece of equipment struggles.
The long forgotten beacon strained to muster another warning pulse from failing power cells, nearby debris anxious to remind passing ships of its presence with no such urgency.
The pilot's handwriting got more harried as the air pressure dropped low enough to start impacting the pen's ability to lay down the words she'd forgotten to say.
The deafening realization of an empty magazine in his rifle did little to distract the coyote from the footfalls of the intruders searching his ship.
The ferret's two-way radio crackled with a silence that drowned out the patter of his blood soaking into the hot sand.