Varian's choice

"Excuse me?" Varian couldn't believe his ears. 

The final attack of the Abyssal clone… was so targeted?

"The Space sub-systems are damaged. We can stay here and try to repair them back. We need to find the right materials. It could take days or months or even decades." The ghost floated in the air and reached Varian's eye level. 

"Or we can return to outer space. You have one minute fifty, no, forty-five seconds before the take off space sub-system goes down."

The space ship shook. Varian suddenly felt the space around him, almost crushing him, before returning to normal. 

In that brief moment, he was powerless against the solidification of space. 

Varian tried to calm himself, but his heart pounded against his chest, threatening to break open. His throat parched, and he felt sweat rolling from every inch of his body.