Items float in the air, suspended with the artificial gravity not working. All the while the man frantically searches the room, allowing items to be knocked into the air.

Finally, he lets out a sound of relief, pulling a container with white fluid inside, then setting about the task of squeezing the contents into another container. Once done, he moves to an EVA suit that is floating nearby, carefully removing the helmet. The second the helmet is unsealed, the baby's screams from within fill the air.

"It's ok baby girl, I found you something to eat."

The man's inexperience shows as he feeds the baby, but he gets her fed, burped, then stuffs two more bottles in beside her where her own body will help keep them warm until she needs to be fed again.

Blissfully, a full belly seems to calm her, and she falls asleep within moments

For a second, the man seems lost in thought, then he removes his own helmet and leans close, kissing the newborn baby on the forehead.

"Daddy is going to make sure you're ok. I promise you, I'll move the stars if that's what it takes to save you."

Putting her helmet on first and double checking that it is secure, he then does the same with his own.

"Next set of problems. I'm going to head to cryo and size up the situation there, figure out what all I need to make this work."

"Be advised that even if it were safe to take her, the baby will interfere with your ability to work while in the vehicle bay."

"I know. I already have a plan for that. How long would it be safe to leave her untended?"

"I would advise you work fast in the vehicle bay."

The computer's non-answer leaves him with a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.

With the exception of some floating debris, a panel that looked like it had exploded, and a single body turning serenely as it passes down the corridor, the trip to cryo is uneventful.

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However the cryo bay is another matter entirely Several of the large units have busted free of their housings, wrecking havoc on the entire bay. Half of the units are clearly broken or otherwise damaged in ways that would make them useless.

"Computer, show me which units are viable, prioritize smaller units like the ones we use for pigs and sheep. Cut power to everything else, we need whatever power we can get."

"Done. New projections for primary power show we have gained just over 30 minutes of viable time before the system shuts down."

The man nods, but says nothing as he moves to the nearest unit the computer indicates. He sits his sleeping daughter to the side, then overrides the safety procedures so he can simply open the pod, almost certainly killing its occupant in the process.

With a rough shove, the man pushes the pig from where it is lying, then reaches for his daughter again.

"Here is what I plan to do. I'm going to set the an air canister for a trickle of air. Hopefully it will last a couple of hours. If the air runs out or I'm not going to make it back in time, you're going to override the controls, seal and cycle the cryo pod."

"The child will not survive. There is zero chance of rescue before secondary systems would fail."

"Do you think I give a floating fuck? Either give me a better idea or shut up."

The computer remains silent.

Over the next hour, the pod is checked, double checked, cleaned and checked again, then the man removes the baby from the spare EVA suit, feeds her quickly because he doesn't want to expose her to the cold any longer than he must, then starts to move her to the pod.

"I know baby girl. It's cold, but this is the best I can do right now."

He tells the whimpering baby.

"Actually, I may be able to keep her warm. Since the pod is still in its cold cycle, I need to run a thaw cycle before it can be used anyway. I can regulate the speed of the cycle to keep the pod warm for several hours if need be."

"Make it happen."

Looking at his daughter, he removes his left glove, touching his daughter with his bare hand for the first time, feeling her warm skin against his palm.

"I love you baby girl."

With those words said, he puts his glove back on, then checks the cryo pod one last time before turning.

Moments later, he's moving through the ship again, a sense of urgency driving him forward. He doesn't slow until another shudder goes through the ship.

"Cryo bay?"

A momentary panic threatens to overwhelm him.

"The cryo bay is fine. What you felt was a local event. One of the passages ahead just vented to space. This however presents us with a different problem as there is no longer a viable route to the vehicle bay."

"Then a magboot it across the hull."

"You will only be able to transport the generator you seek and up to six power cores. My calculations suggest that a minimum of eight will be needed to maintain two cryo pods until rescue."

"I'll make two trips."

"You only have enough remaining oxygen for this trip."

"Then I'll figure something else out."

Moving toward the nearest airlock, the man double checks his map, then steps