From "Celebrity Space" by Alain Gomez

Dan looked from face to face helplessly. It seemed they were all in agreement with the singer. He had to do something. Anything. They didn’t care what. He looked around the cabin for the panel that was to be opened in emergencies only. He figured this definitely counted.

The panel opened with a sharp tug. There was a first-aid kit inside which he tossed to the doctor. The only other thing inside the emergency compartment was a phone which he supposed connected to the spaceport.

He picked up the phone, it rang a few times.

“This is spaceport emergency control, identify yourself.”

Dan gave his name and work badge number.

“State your emergency.”

“We’ve been hit by an unknown object. Requesting emergency assista--”

The shuttle was struck again.

Harder this time.