The fuel cells were at 17 percent and failing rapidly. The environmental scrubbers had gone offline sometime during the night. His food and water reserves were long gone. Jaled drank more Salderan brandy, saluting the Universe for its infinite capacity to twist Fate.
As a cosmic volcanologist he'd evaded many fiery, molten deaths. How ironic then the asteroid impact that hammered Tralonkus IV out of its orbit and placed it on the fast track to a perpetual ice age.
With no relief ship near, Jaled's end was certain. His bluing lips offered a final bitter toast to the unexpected.