Rest is for the weak
06 Mar 2020Nindjako
March 5, 3306, 59 Virginis, on board Hilmers stationThe evening is still young.
Here am I again, still tired from the recent events. I din't catch much sleep last night, but staying in the station's lobby-bar won't get me anywhere.
I may be off duty for a while but I can't stay on one place for too long.
- Lets check the mission board - I told to myself - maybe there will be something interesting.
I scroll around for a bit and then something catches my eye.
-Hmm, this might be a good one.
I quickly check the squadron page to see who is still awake and then I broadcast a message alongside a snapshot of the mission screen:
.................................................................................................................................:: To CMDRs @Wings, anyone up for the task ? ::.................................................................................................................................
I received almost immediate response. One of the higher-ups too, what an honor.
CMDR WinstonDaWffle greeted me. He was hungry for action, so do I.
- OK, time to move up!
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While waiting for ships to be refueled and rearmed, I went to wake up Vic. She had it rough the last couple of days, fast asleep as soon as we hit the deck.
When I came close to the room I heard some muffled sounds, scuffing around. I knocked 3 times on the door and then I opened it.
The small light gray room barely could accommodate four people: Two pairs of bunk beds on both sides, with military green rough sheets,
2 cupboards, a tall dresser to one side and a night stand in between the beds on the far end.
In the middle of all that Vic was putting on her space suit. An plate, full of bread crumbs, laid flat on the night stand and a bottle of unknown origin was rolling near one of the beds,
suggesting she had taken a meal just now - Good.
As I enter the room, she straiten and salutes:
- Good evening CMDR. I am ready for action, what are your orders?
- We're gona do some bounty hunting tonight. I found a big one... actually a couple of them.
I show her the pad with the mission screen on. I can see a spark in her eye starting to burn.
- He he, I knew you would like it.
- Ah, forgot to mention, we've got friendlies on this one. You wont believe who joins us.
She puts her hands on her hips, leaning a bit back and throws me a questioning look. I can read on her expression - "Am I not good enough for ya?" - but her lips remain silent.
- It's Winston. You know, if Arb could have three right hands, this-one would be the closest one to his heart... He's good, don't worry.
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As soon we left the room I receive another ping, someone else wants to join the fun:
- Y'all still doing that wing mission? - says CMDR JukeboxZulu
- Afirm, soon to be air-born. System LHS 351, heading: closest HAS RES to the main star. You on ?
- Copy that, see you on the field.
- Winston, ama wait you outside Hilmers, what's your status? - I say
- Ship's ready, launching in 2.
- Copy.
[insert picture with Winston in front of the station]
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- Mission targets detected, a wing of 3 - Winston
- I see them, closing in. Vic engage at will, and be careful this time.
[insert slf aggressive response]
- Leave some for me too guys. - JukeboxZulu
We swiftly deal with the threat and then spread looking for new targets.
...
- Check the coms CMDR - says Vic while blasting the last peace of armor off of one unfortunate DBX.
I look up and my eyes meet a new message:
- Can I join you guys as well ? - CMDR Lord Alderaan
- Sure! Get the last free spot or you are missing all the fun.
And thus the band was assembled, nothing can stop us now.
With all that laser power we turned the sky into a disco floor. The sound of the ships' multi-canons and the rocket blasts of Winston's provided a nice beat,
to witch the world was spinning to. We were leading in this beautiful dance of death and destruction.
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A sudden explosion, a power surge... then everything went dark.
The ship was tumbling head over heals. Nothing on board was functioning anymore. I lost communication with the team.
- WHAT, THE HELL, IS GOING ON!? VIC! STATUS!? - no response.
- I SAID STA...tus - I looked behind my shoulder and saw Vic's limp body in the seat. Only the seat belts were holding her still in place. Maybe she hit her head after the shock-wave.
- DAMN IT! - and everything was working so well up 'till now.