Creative Writing: The Space Race

Azura ran across the base of the huge spaceship, her yellow skin was almost glowing in the bright light. Boom! The side of the wall burst open, and the sound of the ear-splitting alarm filled the ship. Azura fell down. She lifted up her hand and grabbed a metal bar. She tried to pull herself up, but she failed. A piece of metal had entered her side. Blood poured from the wound. It felt like someone had just stabbed her with a plasma knife and poured alcohol in it. Azura tried to stand again, but she fell down. She gasped for air, waiting for the oxygen shield to form.
“Oxygen shields forming now, but I’m not sure how long they’ll last in this battle!” The pilot shouted over the holocom. Azura tried to reach up and grab her communicator. She dropped it when she fell. Azura needed to alert the captain. She reached out her hand until she felt the cool, metal communicator. Sparks flew out from it as she tried to speak. It was damaged, like most things in the ship.

A small, silver robot came flying towards her.
“What is the emergency?” He asked in a monotone. “Oh, it seems like you have been injured.”
“You think, idiot? The South wall of the ship blew open! A metal piece from the ship pierced my skin, but that’s not the reason I called you.” Azura panicked, her breathing getting faster and shorter every second.
“Then why have you summoned me? The oxygen shield is still stable. The air isn’t escaping.”
“I can’t get up and I need to deliver a message to the commander.”
“What is the