Think asteroid impacts, inbound collisions with other stations, spacecraft, or otherwise. But what’s weird is that those can be predicted days, weeks, sometimes months in advance. And there’s not been a single notice of this one.
I look over to Juno, and she doesn’t seem to mind it very much, she’s staring at the ceiling, slowly inching her eyes across it, concentrating on something other than me for a change.
She jolts the moment we hear an explosion, her expression completely changes as she forces me out of her lap, frantically going through the archives finding papers and other documents pertaining to weapon production rates, research documents, design papers and other patents.
-	“What are you doing?” I have no choice but to ask, I’m really at a loss here.
-	“Listen, Erisa—” Gunfire erupts across multiple points in the ship, you can tell they’re all in different places, but still far away from where we are. “God, damn it!” Juno hangs over her head for a moment before continuing: “We have to get these documents, all of them, anything regarding manufacturing, anything regarding design, logistics, not one thing can remain here, you have to get it the fuck out of this vessel!” She’s frantic, anxious, not quite in fear, but certainly stressed. I don’t want to add to her stress, I don’t want to ask stupid questions, I just help her get as many documents as I can into a bag.
All of these are important documents, they’re the fruit of my labor— her labor, too. There’s some left over from my father, but when I try grasping at one of those, Juno stops me by grabbing my wrist.
-	“No, not those.” She doesn’t even look at me, and when she stops gripping me, she continues funneling papers into a bag.
-	“What? Why?”
-	“Those can burn, those can be found, but not yours. Your documents have to disappear off this ship.”
-	“I… I don’t understand, you’re scaring me!” She drops her bag and now grips both my shoulders, staring directly into my eyes with her own, fervent gaze.
-	“I know! I know it’s scary! I know I’m being unreasonable and not explaining enough to you! There’s a million things I wanted to tell you— a million days I wanted to spend with you! But there’s simply no more time for me, and I cannot explain anything to you, I’m sorry, I really am.” She gradually loses her stern look into that of sadness and guilt. “But that cannot matter right now, we have to get out of here, you especially.”
-	“…” I don’t want to cry, and I want to know what’s going on, but that just won’t help right now. “Okay… I trust you.”
-	“Alright…” She holds a gentle smile on me once more, the one I like staring at when I work…
The last of the documents I wrote during my time in the Artisan Office are finally in a bag, between multiple. Juno holds me and has me carrying three bags chockful of papers, these can be quite heavy in their entirety, but they’re still not quite to hamper my movement.
-	“Is there anything else that can be traced back to you in the archives?”
-	“No, this was all.”
-	“You sure?”
-	“With absolute certainty, I remember every document here.” She scoffs when she hears this, but her expression returns to that foul one once more when another explosion can be heard in the distance. Lights flicker, but there’s no vibrations, I presume the explosions are not large enough, so it’s not direct combat with a battleship… I look over to Juno and ask: “It’s a small force, isn’t it?”
-	“…Yes.” She seems surprised at my assessment, but is clearly hesitating and withholding information. “This station won’t be able to take it though, and it’s highly likely all the communications have been eliminated… Actually, check your phone, is there any tone at all?”
I walk over into the main lab to grab said phone, only to find it has completely stopped working. No display, no lights, no tone, no nothing.
-	“It’s not working…” I look over to Juno, who’s looking more and more stressed by the minute.
-	“They cooked it, that’s just great.”
I feel like I’ll lock up at any moment, just freeze and be unable to move, I’m scared but by some uncertain law or otherwise I’m able to keep my locomotor functions. I’m thoroughly unsure as to what I should do, what I should think, what I should say, what sort of questions should I ask?
-	“Erisa.” I snap out of it, Juno’s hand on my shoulder. “It’ll be fine.”
-	“…Yeah, sorry. I didn’t mean to worry you.”
-	“I’ll need a gun… some munitions. You said we didn’t deal with those, but surely you have some here from repaired weapons, right?”
-	“Err… Yeah, check that drawer.” I point at it. “That’s where everything meant to go to other sections gets stored.” I hadn’t been doing my job for the past few days, considering my… preoccupations…—Which meant none of the things I was meant to send off got sent off.
-	“That’s good, it’ll work.”
Juno unzipped her jacket, revealing the white tank-top underneath, grasping multiple magazines from the drawer, verifying they were full, and discarding those that were empty.
          

-	“Alright, we have to get out of here now… Hang onto those documents.”
She doesn’t stare at me when she asks this, she doesn’t have the time to do so right now. She stands guard behind the counter, eyes fixated on the door. I try to cram the last few documents I wrote that were still on the lab into one of the bags. 
-	“I’m done!”
-	“Good, stay behind me, and cover your ears when I tell you to.”
Opening the door, the assembly stations are already deserted. There’s no one in sight.
-	“We’ll have to take a little detour.”
I follow Juno the whole way through, out the assembly factory, through the hallways that connect it to restrooms, the cafeteria, and the sleeping quarters. Out of these, it’s one of the restrooms that she enters to, gesturing to me to stop outside the door as she enters and takes some seconds in there.
She comes out the restroom, book in hand… She extends her arm and holds it out to me.
-	“What’s this?” I ask, gently taking it from her hands.
-	“Well, it was meant to be a gift for later, you’ll just have to take it now.” The book itself is covered in some nylon, so I can’t make out any text or title. Not much time to check it for now.
-	“Was this the detour?”
-	“Yeah, I got what I needed, now I need you to guide me to the officer quarters.”
I nod and start walking, but Juno stops me.
-	“Wait, I’ll go in front, you just tell me when to turn.”


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