In the corridors troopers and crewmen were running to the escape pods
and access points. The Melee was getting so bad that no one was getting
into the pods. Lightoller was yelling at all the crewmen: "Back, back I
say!" His accent was clear and precise and he held his head up in a manor
that demanded respect. He drew his blaster pistol and pointed it at the
crewmen. "Keep Order. You will board this pod with in quiet single file."
The crewmen stopped pushing and began to form a line. The look of desperation on their faces showed resignation to the upcoming disaster.
"Ensign Lowe. You have command of this pod now" Lightoller ordered.
Lowe snapped to attention and climbed in obeying the order.
"Right, is everyone allright in here?" He said as he climbed in.
Once a pod was full they moved down to the next access hatch.
In the docking bay the crew were just as scared, men trampled over stormtroopers
who were abandoning their rifles and just pushing. Lieutenant Murdoch surveyed
the withdrawal from the ship with dismay and sighed with disdain. He drew
his pistol and pointed it at the advancing troops.
"Freeze all of you! Any of you who push or through a technician out of your way will be killed." Murdoch pointed his pistol at the stormtroopers and low ranking officers. "Technicians and Passengers first."
" Technicians and passengers first." Lieutenant Commander Wilde he was likewise echoing the order. He had also drawn his pistol. "Ensign Moody, come with me." He said. " We must begin work at the other end of the ship." The two officers marched down the corridor and began to help free up the other escape pod.
On the bridge Captain Htims stood alone at the observation point. He
turned and strolled along the view ports. His head hung down on his chest,
and he was running his fingers over his smooth white beard. He reached
the crewpit and walked sombrely down into it and flicked on the intercom.
"Fellow crewmen. I would like to thank you for your dedicated service and for your loyalty to me over the years. I wish you all good luck." He turned and opened the recording tray and entered in a recording, closed the tray and pushed play. He turned around and went to stand before the observation point. A slow melodramatic theme came out of the speakers across the ship.
Crewmen were rigging escape pods, scrambling for the pods, as the vacuum of space got ever closer. Men bundled over the colleagues to get through the doors to freedom.
In the forward section of the ship behind the sealed doors, dead crewmen floated in stillness and bobbed around, their vacuum frozen bodies to remain like that for eternity.
"Get back!" Murdoch yelled at the crew once again. His pistol was aimed
at the gathering troops, he took a step backwards but found he was on the
edge of the magnetic field emitter.
"Sir you must let us out!" a junior stormtrooper officer yelled out.
"Back all of you!"
One of the stormtroopers fell on the junior officer knocking him forward and fearing he was being charged Murdoch fired killing the officer. One of the medics ran to his side and propped him up, but it was too late. "He's dead sir."
Murdoch stepped backward in shock, his gaze fell to the mans body. He snapped to attention and put his pistol to his head.
"No sir!" the medic ran forward but it was too late. The blaster bolt pierced Murdoch's skull and his headless remains fell backwards out of the magnetic field and intro the vacuum of space. The medic looked after him in sheer disbelief.
He turned his head round to face the crowd. "Back all of you!"
The front part of the ship had been swallowed up by vacuum, dead crewmen
floated in the abyss that filled the corridors. Tie fighters flew around
the escape pods that had been released shuttles held up formation, filled
with as many people as possible. The future looked grim for those still
aboard, as the accessible escape pods were filling up quickly and other
escape pods were slowly being surrounded by vacuum with crewmen still trying
to escape in them. In the docking bay space troopers were throwing themselves
out of the magnetic field and into space, where their armour would protect
them. The docking bay's atmosphere suddenly became thinner and colder.
The medic looked up at the ceiling as crewmen swarmed past him to the last
shuttle. The pilot began to shut the doors and crewmen were catapulted
through and into the docking bay. The shuttle lifted off with a hum from
the repulsor lift and shot through the magnetic field and into space. The
crewmen left gazed at each other in horror as they realised that they would
all die. They began to drop their belongings and weapons and stood listening
to the music over the intercom. The atmosphere began to thin. The end was
near. In the forward section of the ship Moody and Wilde were trying to
free up another escape pod.
"Quickly, break the seals, cut them open if you have to!" Wilde yelled.
"There's no time!" Someone yelled. The atmosphere began to thin. Troopers and crewmen pushed into the pod and hit activate. The pod shot out into space. Wilde and Moody were immediately killed by the lack of atmosphere. The escape pod was also not completely sealed and several troopers were pulled out into the cold vacuum of space, the remaining troopers managed to seal the hatch and maintain the atmosphere. On the bridge Captain Htims stood watching lights dim all over the ship. His life was nearly over. According to the read outs the 7000 people had got out in shuttles and another 3000 in escape pods of a possible 22500. He shook his head in shame, his failure had caused this. He closed his eyes in thought. An alarm signalled in the background, the atmosphere was beginning to leak out into space. The Captain walked down into the crewpit and pushed a button to rewind the disk and played the first track. A loud theme that played at all major Imperial functions played across the intercom. The feeling of doom overwhelmed him. He stepped up to the observation point for the last time. The air began to thin.
Lightoller stood at the mouth of an escape pod. He knew full well that
unless they got off soon they were all going to die. However that did not
matter, order must be maintained at all costs. Then his survival came.
A group of Stormtroopers who stood quietly muttering to themselves. He
had heard the odd words like;
"I don't want to die."
He turned around to face a couple of technicians.
"You. Step this way and get into the pod." He looked around at someone in the pod. "Sit down!"
Then it happened. The six stormtroopers charged forward pushing the unwary Lightoller off his feet and into the escape pod. The trooper at the rear of the charge turned around and pushed the activate button and the pod rocketed away from the cruiser.
Deep in the bowels of the ship in the engineering department Chief Engineer Bell was struggling to get his men to escape pods, and maintain power. It was then that one of the technicians fell onto the controls and as the electricity arched through the mans body he shorted out the remaining ships power. Outside The ship descended into gloom.
Out in the gloom Ensign Lowe turned to the communication channel on
to two passing shuttle.
"You Men. Pick up our pod. I want you to transfer your people aboard our pod and the other shuttle. According to my scans you are only half full. I will then take the shuttle back and pick up more survivors."
Half an hour later the shuttle was speeding towards the debris zone.
"Sir scans are inconclusive. There seems to be no one out there."
"Well keep looking. Check the scanners again."
He flicked the communication relay on to the space trooper frequency and the ship's intercom hoping that someone would have the ability to communicate with him.
"Is anyone alive out there?" He paused "Hello?"
Dead bodies surrounded the shuttle. Bodies of space troopers who had run out of oxygen and bodies of men who had fallen out of the escape portholes or from the docking bay after the magnetic field had failed.
"We left it too long." Lowe muttered mournfully. "Hello?"
A crackle of static came back in reply followed by a weak wheezing.
"What is their position?"
"Thirteen degrees starboard."
In the return Lowe recovered four of the surviving space troopers.
The Victory class cruiser Carpathia arrived four hours later. They rescued
all the men in the escape pods and shuttles. However the Tie Pilots and
Space troopers were all dead, their oxygen supplies had run out the day
before. The bodies were recovered and buried at the near by planet of Halifax.
This story is based on information gleened from vairious websites and the film "Titanic.". No offence is intended in fact quite the opposite it is my memorial to the brave officers of the Titanic. Please do not email me with complaints.