"Haunted pt. II" (Working title) The flash of light was blinding; more brilliant than the glare of a thousand suns. Cruz hung weightless and terrified at the sight of Sigma station; his final beacon of salvation, as it was rent in two, it's delicate framework dissipating into wisps of molted slag, the thin halos of the station proper spiraling into the atmosphere of the gas giant below, spinning lazily until their collision with the planet's dense atmosphere shattered their fragile arcs like glass. Cruz looked around, desperate, delusional from an air recycler that had reached capacity hours ago. Minutes ago a column of ghostly light had appeared, cutting a swath through the starlit sky before him. He watched, mortified as it made it's way implacably toward the station, no longer a speck upon Epsilon B's horizon, but a real, tangible structure looming just beyond his grasp. [Edited on 05.25.2012 5:09 AM PDT]