The universe loves unexpected plot twists. The human is still alive, just barely, suffering oxygen deprivation. A cranky old space-trucker manages to haul them into the otherwise empty cargo hold, turn the air on, and help.
https://peakd.com/fiction/@internutter/challenge-04503-l119-so-long-and-thanks -- The New Guy
The odds of being picked up by a passing vehicle when close to death in a Livesuit are millions, possibly billions to one. Fortunately for Human Zain, million-to-one chances crop up nine times out of ten[1].
...a nightingale sang in Berkely Square, sang Vera Lynn. I know, 'cause I was there...
Zain opened his eyes. Very surprised to see an Automed's servos tending to his body. One of them unplugged his headset and Vera gave way to the zip and whine of the motors, the beep of the monitors, and the underlying hiss of the air recycling system. This air smelled differently to the Lizard ship.
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