The smoke was getting thicker by the seconds. Communications were almost fried an life support could not cope with the CO2 from the fires.
Ana put on her suit, clamped the helmet in-place. She knew that she could use the suit's life support for the remaining 2:40 hours and its comm capabilities over a short distance - ... Houston - it was so close. Her heart started racing against her memories from the HF prison...
"Concentrate!" - she said to herself with a firm voice... She connected the helmet's comm unit to the fried one in the fighter - nothing bust static...
She entered her old Liberty Comm Code and switched to the emergency frequency.
"This is ....lar Ke..s of the Liberty Dread...t Sa....cisco to .a Jane. Please se.....s your loca....we ca. help you. I repeat, this is Cap. Sylar Kellis..."
A thousand needles went through her spine. Could it be possible? Her home so close?
"This is Admiral Ana Jane, my fighter is severely damaged. No life support, no fuel. I'm on a collision course with Houston. ETA 2:40 hours. Please use the coordinates of the battleship to intercept. I repeat this is Admiral Ana Jane flying a stollen starflyer with HF markings. I am on collision course with Houston."
She could only pray that the transmission was received by that Cpt. Kellis. She could only pray that Hellfire was not close.