Ingrid tapped her finger tapped at the glass divider - strong enough to withstand the conditions should there be a breach in the hull of the spaceship. On the other side her co-pilot Dana had arranged samples from a recent touchdown on an otherwise unremarkable planet.

“Good harvest?” Ingrid questioned, keeping her helmet on. There were a few checks she needed to make, Dana was her last port of call before she went out into the void of space.

“Good enough.” Dana shrugged, her biohazard suit wrinkling slightly when she moved.

“Good enough.” Ingrid repeats with a nod, “Well I’m on my way out. Need anything from the store?” She joked.

“Oh. Chocolate milkshake,” Dana grinned, and waved her hand. “Be safe out there,” she reminded.

“I always am.” Ingrid saluted before turning to make final preparations to go.

Her suit sealed, her helmet checked and double-checked, she hit the airlock button. All doors around her sealed, depressurisation taking place. Once she was out into space, she hooked herself to the side of the ship and climbed up to the top using the ladder that was built into the side of the ship. Once she was up there, as she often did, Ingrid took a moment to look down at Earth. The big blue - it never stopped being something that stopped her in her tracks. So much so that she almost missed the flurry of movement in her peripheral vision as something approached her.

The creature looked similar to the samples they’d collected - almost scorpion in body with multiple appendages. It bristles before leaping again, managing to snag the line and send her falling down the side of the ship. She screams inside her helmet, desperately trying to grab the line and pull herself back up.