Belasco's eyes locked on his chronometer as he formulated a plan. There might not be time, he saw, but no other option remained. At his command, the onboard medical unit administered a dangerously high dose of both stimulants and antidepressants to Belasco. He would need every bit of it and more for what lay ahead.
Feeling jittery and unnaturally alert, he locked in his course heading and speed. He adjusted the life support and ancillary systems to nominal and engaged the engine. He disabled the assorted alarms that sought to change his settings.
He slumped back in his seat as the small vessel was under way. The medications did their best but could not prevent fear and sadness from coursing through Major Jered Belasco, Explorer CCV. The three pristine worlds he had discovered would not, in point of fact, serve as a new beginning for millions of his fellow beings but instead be the solitary refuge of one lonely man for all of his remaning days.
This story was written for the Science Fiction Fantasy Saturday Snippet forum and is from my work in progress The Blackstone Rings: Legends Of The Explorer Corps.