Alright, another Wednesday and my second week of giving this a try:
Andre performed his last minute check of the instrument panel; half of it was dark, but the other lights were all green. A view outside the reinforced porthole showed his number three and four engine, half sheered off and leaking precious fuel. The fires were out and the power diverted, however, and he had just enough oxygen for a the rest of his trip. Fuel he only had enough of to make course corrections and one landing burn.
Or the trip back.
He could sow the seeds, plant the garden, and perhaps make enough oxygen and food to survive on until the first scheduled shuttle, completing his mission of setting up the colony… or he could rightly claim craft failure and play it safe. To give up the dream of being first man to live on Mars.
He had to set his course manually, and it was straight and true… forwards.
“Impossible is a word to be found only in the dictionary of fools.” -Napolean Bonaparte.
See you next week!