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I got an anon ask that wondered if I had any plans to continue this prompt fill, which is an AU of my already-an-AU Among Us/HLVRAI crossover Some Stars Are Not Enough. This is the result. (You donât have to read Some Stars to get this, but you should read the prompt fill linked above, since this picks up right where that leaves off.)
45% Chance
The ship groans around Benrey as he sprints through the corridors. This time, heâs literally going through them - with no humans left on the ship, heâs free to clip through the structure. It slows him down a touch, since he needs to make sure nothing is exposed to the vacuum of space before he steps into it, but heâs got all his senses flared out like a net, his form warping into a dish-like shape with limbs in order to catch all the information he can get before he reaches the lab and the spacewalking suits.
Something cracks on the other side of the bulkhead he was just about to cross into and he jukes to the right, pounding through several hissing pipes and another bulkhead. He stumbles out into the lab and steps sideways to get himself free of the bed heâd walked into. Casting a frantic glance around, he lunges for the spacesuits and wrenches them out of their cabinet, breaking the door lock so he can pull them free.Â
The lock floats by his face and he pauses to stare at it, then at the rest of the room. The lab is a mess of floating jars and colorful liquids that are coalescing into wobbly balls, drifting aimlessly through the air. The gravity is failing, and that means the second reactor is close to failing, too. Benrey moves faster.
There isnât enough time to try to rig the suits together. Benrey jams himself into the biggest one, which will allow him to keep his own suit on with its auxiliary oxygen pack. However, that means heâs down to two arms and two legs - the spacewalking suits werenât designed to change with him.
The screaming alarms rise in pitch and distort, then fall silent with a strangled chime. Benrey whips his head around and listens. There is a faint whine coming from the rear of the ship, which is now below him - he had to brace himself against the wall to get into the suit in the failing gravity. The reactor is going, and heâs running out of time.
Heâs not really sure what his plan was beyond this. Heâs in a suit that will give him four hours of oxygen on top of the two hours of oxygen his own everyday suit contains. (The people who sent them on this mission - the humans, not the Supervisors - figured if something in the ship broke and they lost oxygen for over two hours, it wasnât going to be fixed. Why waste resources?) Benreyâs own, ahem, unique physiology means that he can use the same amount of oxygen for about twice as long as a human. Itâs still probably not going to be enough.
The ship groans in protest of whatâs happening to it. Benrey feels a bit bad - itâs not the shipâs fault it was chosen for a mission that was doomed to fail. Theyâre all just playing pieces in a bigger game that none of them know the rules to. Itâs not fair - but what is?
Gordonâs shocked face flashes through Benreyâs mind, and he takes a sharp breath. He shouldnât leave it like that. If thereâs any way to get back to them -Â
Probably not quite a 45% chance, now. Maybe 20%, at least? Benreyâs not great at calculations, but he can probably swing 20%.
The ship screams and something wrenches. Suddenly, half of it falls quiet.
âHull breach,â Benrey hisses. âFuck.â
He shoves the huge spacewalking helmet between his legs, locking his ankles around it. Upside down in the far corner of the lab, he pulls his torso out of the spacewalking suit and shoves more arms out, catching the walls and ripping them free. Rivets ping loose and tumble through the air as Benrey curls the walls around himself. He doesnât need a lot of room - just enough space to keep all the suits folded inside with their fresh caches of oxygen. The tricky part will be getting a solid enough seal to maintain the atmosphere with no gaskets and no external bulkheads.
UnlessâŠBenrey glances up through the narrowing space above his head. If he can reach the right wall panel, then maybe he could get a secondary layer. Heâll have to move quickly, though. Already he can hear cracks forming in the nearby bulkheads.
The vacuum is closing in.
 *  *  *
âDad? Shouldnât you put your helmet back on?â
Joshuaâs voice is shaky, and Gordon snaps back to himself. Heâd been floating away, his eyes on the porthole window of the escape pod that is rocketing away from the stricken spaceship.
âYeah - yes, right.â He shoves the helmet back on and engages the locks with a hiss. Then his eyes flick to the control panel and he curses. 45% oxygen? That must be what Benrey saw, what made him back out. Just Gordon and Joshua will be okay, but adding another adult would have shortened their conscious time by a potentially lethal amount.
âIs Benrey gonna be okay?â
The pod is traveling on a surprisingly straight path, and Gordon can still see the ship. The pod must be rotating - or the ship is, because itâs tilting nose-down in the porthole view. He finds himself thinking about terrestrial ships sinking at sea.
âIâm sure heâll be fine,â Gordon reassures his son, though his voice is strangled.
He feels like heâs going insane. Benrey kissed him. What the fuck?
âOh. Okay.â Josh looks around, but the jumpseat harness keeps him from moving too much. âWhereâre we going?â
Gordon glances back at the control screen. âThe pods are all - uh, theyâre programmed to rendezvous with each other to form a raft. Then theyâll send out a distress signal, and someone will pick us up.â
âOkay.â Josh kicks his feet. âUm. How long?â
âIt depends, buddy. Might be in ten minutes or two hours, or tomorrow.â Or a week, but Gordon isnât going to mention that. Hopefully someone had gotten off a long-range distress signal from the shipâs transmitter while he and Joshie were locked in the stargazing room. Otherwise theyâll be at the mercy of interplanetary shipping schedules. All the planet-to-planet people transfers are limited to once a month, and they certainly donât have enough air to hold out that long.
âOkay,â Joshua says, sounding preoccupied.
Gordon knows that tone. He tilts his helmet against the shoulder harness to look over at his kid. âYou have to go to the bathroom, donât you?â
Joshua nods.Â
Gordon sighs and checks the control panel. âCan you hold it for ten more minutes? Weâre supposed to dock with the rest of the raft then, and after that you can get up and use the cubicle.â
âCan I go now?â
âNo. If we get knocked around by something you could get hurt.â
âOkay,â Joshie sighs, and Gordon stretches himself up to peer back at the ship, now inverted in the podâs window.
It looksâŠweird. Some sort of vapor is coming off the snout, and itâs tilting away from the wispy trail.
Gordon breathes in sharply through his nose. Thatâs atmosphere. The ship is venting atmosphere, which means thereâs a hull breach, which means -
âShit,â he swears under his breath.
âHuh?â
âNothing!â
Joshua seems like heâs ready to protest, but Gordon holds a hand up. âIâm - watching the numbers, okay?â
Apparently that sounds boring enough to satisfy Joshua, and he ducks his chin and pats his legs in an off-kilter drumbeat.
Through the window, the ship cracks in half.Â
Gordonâs muscles are so tense his vision is starting to darken around the edges. His heartbeat is pounding in his ears, and he forces himself to breathe steadily as he watches the front half of the ship droop, then disconnect from the back half. A burst of debris is expelled from what must be the cargo hold - Gordon clinically picks out chairs, gas cans, crates, and tables.
He doesnât see another pod. Heâs not sure there were any left. Benrey was bunking with Tommy, and Tommyâs pod is blinking in the image of the raft on the control panel, so that means that, unless someone else hopped into that pod and left their own, Benreyâs trapped on the dying ship.
He must have a plan, Gordonâs sure of it. He must. Thereâs no way he would have sent Gordon and Joshua away without having a plan - right?
But heâd kissed Gordon. And it felt like a goodbye. It feels more and more like a goodbye with every passing second, as Gordon watches the field of debris expand into the vacuum of space.Â
âDad, can I -â
Gordon canât pay attention to what Joshua says, because at that moment, the ship explodes.
It should make noise, he finds himself thinking wildly. It should be making a sound, or there should be a shockwave that hits the pod and sends it spinning. But this is the void of space, and all there is is a bloom of terrible light that obscures the intact rear half of the ship. When it clears - fire canât live without oxygen - the entire stern of the ship is so much blackened debris, scattered chunks of bulkhead tumbling away in all directions. Without air resistance, their momentum will keep them going practically forever. Maybe someday, one of them will end up crashing through the atmosphere of the planet the ship came from. Maybe someday, some tiny remnant of their vessel will find its way home.
The podâs transmitter crackles with static. â...Freeman! Mr. Freeman? Can you hear me? Mr. Freeman, come in!â
Gordon reaches out and hits the transponder button with numb fingers. âI can hear you, Tommy,â he says, voice hollow. âCan you see -â
He canât finish, but luckily Tommy doesnât need him to. âWe saw it. Youâll connect, um, youâll be docking with us in just a second.â
Sure enough, a heavy clunk sounds through the bulkhead behind Gordonâs jumpseat, and the whole pod shudders. Some sense of motion that he hadnât even noticed ceases. He twists his head around, but he canât see past the helmet, and thereâs no window back there, anyway. He doesnât know what heâs doing. He doesnât know what to think.
âFucking finally,â Forzenâs voice snaps through the static. âWhat took you so long?â
âWe were trapped,â Gordon rasps. âOn the observation deck. The doors locked on us.â
Several voices clamor at that, but Gordon canât pick any of them out.
âDad!â Joshua whispers. âCan I go to the bathroom?â
âYeah - yeah, go ahead.â Gordon unclips his own harness at the same time as Joshie does, but he kicks away from the jumpseat and plasters himself against the window.
In the distance, the ship continues to drift apart.
Tommyâs voice cuts through the chaos. âMr. Freeman, is Benrey with you? Heâs not showing up on the scans.â
Gordon swallows. âNo,â he chokes out, then stops. What else can he say? They already know heâs not with any of the others.
âOh,â Tommy replies, and then he, too, falls silent.
âSoâŠmaybe heâs the one who sabotaged the ship,â Forzen says after a moment, and Gordonâs vision whites out. Luckily, several other voices are jumping to Benreyâs defense, Dr. Coomer and Bubby flinging curses over the channel and Darnoldâs voice trying to call for calm.
âIt wasnât him.â When Tommy speaks, the others go quiet. âOne person couldnât do that. Watch - look at it! It was broken from the start.â
The others go quiet, and Gordonâs throat is hot and thick with grief and fury as he looks at the desolation. Benrey was supposed to get out of that. How could he just kiss Gordon, push him away, and then - and then die?
How dare he?
âI got a signal out before the, um, the shipâs communications went down,â Tommy continues. âMy - um, I mean, we should be getting picked up soon.â
âHow soon is soon, my dear Tommy?â Dr. Coomerâs normally jovial voice is tight.
âUm, really soon.â
Light blooms across the pod window again, and Gordon flinches back, squinting into the glare. This isnât the dirty yellow-orange glow of an explosion - this is the clean white light of a spaceship.
âIs that a courier?â Forzenâs tone is disbelieving. âIs that a fucking courier? Who the fuck heard you and has the clearance to re-route a fucking courier -â
His voice cuts out with a screech of static.Â
Please stand by, the courier says in a gentle voice. You will be relocated shortly.
âDad?â Joshie has finally emerged from the tiny restroom cubicle, and pulls himself along the wall to reach Gordon. âWhoâs that?â
âItâs a courier,â Gordon says blankly. âTheyâre - living ships, with a mind and everything. Theyâre the fastest commercial vessel in the quadrant.â
Joshua peers through the window at Gordonâs shoulder and gasps. âIs that our ship?â
âUm-â
âBut whereâs Benrey?â Joshie twists around to look up at Gordon in distress and ends up knocking himself loose from the wall. Gordon catches him as he floats by upside down. Zero-G is weird. âHe was supposed to follow us - youâre supposed to get married!â
âWhat?â Gordon sputters, completely derailed.
âHe kissed you, so he has to marry you!â
âHe did WHAT?!â Several voices shout in unison from the control panel.
âFuck,â Gordon swears vehemently. Heâd thought the courier had cut them off, but apparently it had just overriden their speakers for a moment. âUh - nothing! Itâs not - it doesnâtâŠmatter.â
He clenches his teeth and listens to the others yelling at him.Â
âIs Benrey okay?â Joshua whispers.
Gordon bites the inside of his cheek. âI donât know,â he says quietly, even though he does know. No one could have survived that explosion. Hell, heâd probably been killed when the ship broke in half and started venting atmosphere.Â
Heâs probably been killed.
The pod shudders, and Gordonâs boots hit the floor with a clank. He curses and stumbles, juggling a suddenly-heavy Joshua, and they both nearly fall before the gravity slips and they tumble weightlessly up into the air again.
My apologies, the courier says calmly. Please be seated for relocation.
âShit - sorry! Letâs strap in, Joshie.â Gordon kicks off the wall and fumbles them both into their jumpseats, fastening Joshieâs harness, then his own. He looks over at the control screen to see that the raft of pods has detached and is rising in a steady line into the bright spot of the courier above them.Â
Are you fully secured? The courier sounds slightly tetchy.Â
âYes - sorry, yes, weâre strapped in,â Gordon replies, and the weightless feeling disappears as the courier pulls them into line. On the control screen, Gordon can see the first two pods already vanishing into the courierâs cargo hold.
Thank you, the courier replies blandly. Gordon catches a glimpse of the vesselâs hull as the pod passes by, and it is just as sleek and white as the advertisements make it seem. Then the hold encases them and his view of space is cut off by the darkness of the shipâs interior.
The pod slows, then settles with a clank as some sort of mag-locks catch it with a hum. The view outside the window spins, then flips, and then Gordon can see two other pods facing him across the open hold.
Please remain seated and secured while retrieval continues, the courier says.
âContinues? Whoâs missing?â Tommy asks. âMr. Freeman?â
âWeâre here,â Gordon replies. One by one, the rest of the crew responds.
There is one more signal to retrieve, the courier says.
Gordon freezes. âWho is it? Can you hear -â
One moment, please, while the signal is boosted. The courier sounds tired already.
Static buzzes, then resolves into the monotone beeping of a spacewalking suitâs emergency beacon.Â
âNo fucking way,â Forzen growls, but even his bad attitude isnât enough to keep Gordonâs heart from lifting in his chest.Â
The beeping stops. And now that Gordon thinks about it, it hadnât sounded like an actual machine beeping so much as someone saying âbeep beepâ in the same tone as the emergency beacon.
He takes a breath, and hopes. âBenrey? Is that you? Can - can you hear me?â
âUhâŠbeepâŠbeepâŠnopeâŠbeepâŠâ
Gordon laughs in disbelief. âI heard that! Where are you? What happened? Are you okay?â
Fifty-three meters and closing, the courier says. Then it says, What is THAT?
âUhâŠIâm fine, I'm in a burrito. Beep.â
âYou donât have to keep saying âbeep,â you idiot, we can hear you,â Bubby bursts in.
âOh hey, cool, everyoneâs here.â
âWhat happened to you?â Bubby snaps. âThe ship blew up!â
âYeah,â Benrey hums. âThat wasâŠkinda sucks.â
Stand by for relocation, the courier says.
âCanât really stand, bro,â Benrey replies over the comms. âThereâs, uhâŠno gravity out here.â
Please be secured for relocation, the courier tries.
âYeah, this, uh, burritosâs not very secure.â
âWhy the fuck do you keep saying youâre in a burrito?â Gordon laughs. Just hearing Benreyâs voice is filling his chest with bubbles.
âItâs a metal burrito,â Benrey replies, as if thatâs supposed to make any sense.
The courier apparently gives up. Just donât move, it tells him.
âSure,â Benrey says easily. âNo controls on this thing.â
The object that rises into the hold a few moments later defies explanation. Itâs a long cylinder of metal thatâs rolled up and twisted around itself at least twice like some sort of giant soot-smeared pirouette cookie. One end is blown open like a cartoon cigar, and itâs from that end that a battered spacewalking helmet pops out.
âYou look like a weasel in a cardboard tube,â Bubby says.
âThanks,â Benrey mumbles over the comms, and attempts to pull himself free.
What are you doing? the courier says sharply. Remain seated - remain still - stop MOVING.
âKinda busy,â Benrey says as his makeshift pod spins. The spacewalking suits have darkened helms, but Gordon can see his head turning as he peers at each pod. âWhereâs Freeman?â
âOver here!â Joshie bounces up in front of Gordon to wave through the porthole, and Gordon yelps and swipes his kid out of the air.
Can none of you follow orders? the courier asks in apparent exasperation as it closes its hull doors.
âNot - not really,â Tommy replies. The courier sends a burst of static over the comms in a machine version of a sigh.Â
Pressurizing atmosphere, the courier says, then it says, Seal lock. Atmosphere present. Gravity is not available at this time. For your safety, please remain seated.
âFuck that,â Benrey mutters, half-out of his handmade pod and spinning around upside down. He seems to be hung up on the bulky spacewalking oxygen tanks.
Yeah, Gordon agrees. Fuck that. He plonks Joshua down into his own seat and straps him in. âStay here, okay? Iâll be back when itâs safe to grab you.â
Joshua tries to protest, but Gordon is already keying in the sequence to check the outside conditions and open the pod door. The pod seems to open almost sulkily, and Gordon tumbles out and kicks off the hull in a trajectory he hopes will send him colliding with Benrey.
He almost misses, but Benrey flings out an arm and Gordon snags the oversized spacewalking suitâs glove. They spin together and smack into each other, and Gordon kicks his feet down and engages the mag-locks on his heels, slamming his boot soles onto the floor of the hull.
Someone is applauding on the comms, but Gordon isnât listening. He needs to see Benreyâs face. He frees one hand to wrestle at the clasps of the spacewalk suitâs neck, popping them loose with a series of clicks. Once itâs free, he bats it away and it tumbles lazily through the air, fetching up against one of the pod windows.
âHey, I canât see!â Forzen barks.
Benreyâs eyes are golden, with a red ring around the outside of the pupil, and they glow. Gordon always figured it was just a bodymod, but now he wonders. The explosion certainly couldnât have rolled this sheet of metal up so neatly. And Benrey had talked about âhumansâ like he wasnât one.
âHey,â Benrey smiles lazily, sticking sideways out of his horizontal tube. He reaches out with the massive, clunky spacewalk glove and taps at Gordonâs helmet. âOff, please?â
Gordon pulls Benreyâs other hand down and fastens it to his waist so he can reach up with both hands and pull his helmet off. He feels his hair float up behind him, and Benreyâs grin widens, his glowing eyes crinkling at the corners. He wiggles and pulls his free hand out of the heavy exo-suitâs shoulders to flick his own visor up so he can lean forward, but Gordon is already pushing in to meet his lips.
This time, he closes his eyes and kisses back. This time, he savors the touch of Benreyâs chapped lips, feels the rush of air against his cheek as Benrey inhales sharply through his nose and presses harder into the kiss.
The comms are a cacophony of whistling and clapping, cut through with Forzen complaining that his view is still blocked and asking for someone to describe whatâs happening. Gordon leans back and opens his eyes. Benrey looks concussed, slowly rotating in his âburritoâ until he is nearly vertical, with his head facing down. Gordon snorts and pulls his helmet back on.
Please do not engage in dramatic emotional moments in my hold, the courier says. Save that for the private rooms.
Benrey blinks several times. âYou, uh, have private rooms?â
Of course.Â
âCan I, uh, request - oh, hey, where are you going?â
Gordon had started to pull away, but Benrey tugs him back with the grip on his waist. Gordon is suddenly very angry again.
âIâm going to get my kid, Benrey, so he can see that youâre alive. The ship blew up, dude! We thought - I thought youâd died.â His voice cracks awkwardly. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Bubby squeeze out of his own pod, muttering something about claustrophobia. Dr. Coomer soon follows, and Darnold joins them with a sigh, tapping something into his wrist panel.
âOhâŠwell, Iâm okay, see?â Benrey spreads his arms, then has to grab Gordonâs waist again to keep from rotating away.
Gordon reaches out and smacks his shoulder, hard enough to knock him loose. âYouâre an asshole,â he snaps. âWhat the fuck was your plan?â
Benreyâs makeshift pod bounces off the ceiling and starts to descend again. âOhâŠyou know.â He pulls both arms out of the exo-suit and wiggles himself free, kicking off from the metal tube, which flies like a javelin straight at Dr. Coomer. Dr. Coomer catches it and flings it away, where it slams into Forzenâs pod just as the door opens, knocking him back inside with an inarticulate curse.
âNo, I donât know, dude,â Gordon growls. âEnlighten me.â
Very suddenly, Benrey is in front of Gordon, both hands on his helmet. Gordonâs own hands snap up to keep him from pulling it off - but heâs not doing that. Heâs holding down the comm button, which means theyâre on a private, proximity-based channel.
Benrey leans in close, golden eyes flashing intensely. The red ring around the outside seems to be growing. âThe plan was to keep you alive,â he says quietly. âMission fucking accomplished, huh?â
Then he presses a smacking kiss against the curve of Gordonâs helmet and flicks his visor back down, pushing away from Gordon and corkscrewing through the air with a shout of âTOMMY! Did you see that explosion? Fucking sick, right?â
Please be warned that this hold is equipped with liquid water hoses, if their use becomes necessary, the courier says pleasantly.Â
âUh - sorry,â Gordon waves a hand. âWonât happen again.â
Please refrain from lying, the courier says.
Gordon ducks his head and clomps across the hold, heading back to his pod so he can release his child, who will probably immediately attach himself to Benrey and ignore Gordon for the rest of the cycle. He canât win.
But then againâŠ
He pauses and glances up at Benrey and Sunkist spiraling around each other, the giant dog apparently perfectly accustomed to moving in zero-G. The other crew members stand or float below, commiserating and complaining, but miraculously alive.
Then again, maybe heâs already won.
#hlvrai#half-life vr but the ai is self aware#hlvrbtaiisa#kiss prompts continuation#my words#45% chance fic#some stars fic#i really enjoyed the courier#i wasn't expecting her to show up and now i want to keep her#she's my new favorite character#picture the attitude of a 70s air stewardess#but she's built like a learjet and armed with multiple types of weaponry#neither snow nor sleet nor space pirates nor hail#none of these will stop the mail#yes she's a continuation of the usps#we don't have many things going for us but by god do we have a mostly-functioning postal service#and if the usps special cops are after you that's when you KNOW you're in trouble
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