Aero floated aimlessly through the vastness of space, not entirely of his own free will. His damned father had pushed him out the spaceship door just as they had circled Casseopia.
"Be sure to use the pack!" shouted his father as Aero and the ship quickly began to separate.
"What pack?!" shouted Aero, utterly confused as to why he was in space and not on the ship.
"You'll find it!!!" screamed his father, his voice barely reaching Aero's audio receptors, which his father had taught him were actually called ears.
Aero collected his breath and expanding his diaphragm as far as it could be expanded, blasted "HOW!!?" But it was no use, the ship was almost a mile away, it was as if Aero had screamed with his mouth and nose pressed firmly against a wall. Not a pretty picture, and even less effective. He gathered his breath again, Aero was not one to give up, ever! This time Aero filled every part of his body with oxygen, which is difficult because space contains almost no oxygen at all. It filled his fingers like air filling a balloon, down to his toes, up through his nose, into his closed off, yet infinite brain. He quickly became very light headed.
"HHHHHOOOOOOWWWWWWWW!!!!" He screamed harder than he had ever fathomed he might be able to scream. His vocal chords slapped together like the strings on a heavy metal guitar amidst a wailing solo. He tasted blood in the back of his throat, which was nice when he wanted to taste his mortality, but now was not the time. For all his efforts, his voice traveled no further than it had the time before, no doubt because in order for your voice to carry oxygen is needed in the atmosphere and he selfishly had inhaled it all in order to scream in the first place. Had he been wise, he would have left at least a little oxygen to carry the sound.
Futile, useless, mortal and bleeding; he floated through space.
Aero's face became hot, it went red; he was furious. "What Pack!" growled Aero, kicking wildly into the nothingness surrounding him; he looked as if a swarm of bees were tickling him, which if bees tickled nicely might be more of a ballet than the sharp, jerking movements he was performing at that time.
"How can I use it!? I CAN'T EVEN SEE IT!!!!" Aero yelled, choked, spluttered and coughed. He reached as far towards the center of his back as he was able, which was not very far, and felt nothing. He reached and reached, sending himself spinning and somersaulting through space, but couldn't seem to find the "pack" his father had said existed. "Liar." thought Aero. He might have vocalized this sentiment had his vocal chords not been bleeding and had he not accompanied this thought with the use of his middle finger, which he figured said enough, although he wasn't sure what it said.
So he floated........
(Waiting for Prehensile)
