As he puts his own helmet on, he forcefully shoves Rory’s helmet into his hands, “We are not going to let them take us and if you want to stay alive, you need to move, and move fast, we have to get to the aft airlock!”
“Okay,” Rory says in an abandoned whisper, “…whatever you say.”
Slowly moving now, but moving, Rory lifts the helmet over his head. Rex turning to him, “We are going to stay alive, Rory… We are not going to die here… not today! Do you understand me? We ARE going to stay alive!”
With his helmet now on, Rory moves his head up and down, signaling a yes back to Rex. Beginning to move faster, he secures his helmet snapping it down and locking it into position. Rory’s state of shock has now turned into fearful determination. With his breathing, shallow and fast, he tells Rex with a sense of urgency… “I’m all about staying alive… need to stay alive…I hear you, I’m with you Rex.”
“Good, I need you at 100%; 100% here with me… do you understand?”
“Understand…100%.”
“We need to haul ass right now for the aft air lock… are you with me?”
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