By Peggy Lee Johnson
©2011 Smashwords Edition
All characters are purely fictional; any resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental.
Kayla unbuckled her seatbelt and walked over to the computer console. The ship had slowed to sub-light speed now and soon her job would really get hectic. The three other vessels were scheduled to be radioing in for the proper co-ordinates at 0800.
She had to have the entire set of figures ready by then. Nimbly her fingers danced across the keyboard, entering the pertinent information. Silently the computer worked as the information was being processed, and new yet familiar readings crossed the screen. Kayla’s mind slipped into memories,
Eight years had gone by since they had left their home base. Kayla was only eighteen years old when she had boarded this ship. Her schooling had been completed here. Somehow eight years seemed like forever. Now for the first time, she was afraid. She also was excited about the whole thing, but wasn't sure which feeling was greater. They hadn't been gone a month when the meteor had hit just as they had predicted. It had been determined by the best minds of the times that it would miss. Others had foretold that it would make a direct hit and that life as they knew it would cease to exist. There weren't any minds left now.