~one day earlier~
at the launchpad, tarot was scheduled to launch the next day, her first orbital training mission...she was only a technician, but finally! space! she went through testing her personal equipment and frowned. Her arc welder wasn't getting a spark, she opened it up to look at it and groaned at the charred circuit board. "oy, guys, I'm taking this one to the repair shop, i'll be back soon, who wants me to grab lunch while i'm out?" a lot of them cheered in agreement and they eventually decided on sub-way, she headed on her way tossing the welder into the back of the truck along with a few fresh battery banks that were due to be taken to the shop, fifteen miles down the road in the middle of nowhere, one of the trucks tires popped, the result of a repair man checking the wrong tire when they were being replaced, the welder had made contact with the metal truck bed, and the power modulator was the burned board, the capacitors overcharged, reached their threshold and once the tire popped, the truck became grounded...a lightning strike would have been easier to survive. she died instantly, her insides cooked and the metal object in her hand melted into a shapeless lump.