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| From nasa.com |
Captain Brunet Talent lounged
in the chair aboard the bridge of the Starcruiser Oberan Dream, “On my mark, bombers
away.” It was a routine patrol on the edge of the quadrant, except for these
darn meteorites that existed where they were not supposed to be. The view more here
was more pure than any view the scope back on his home planet could generate,
and Brunet loved that about space. The bombers were needed for this mission due
to their greater shielding against the current meteor activity.
Lieutenant Ristodd Ander
seems so far away from his planet of birth yet he feels so at home. It was the
mission he had always dreamed about and the one he had been waiting for since
he decided to join the Commorium Star Academy. Fifteen months ago, Ander and
four other cadets were assigned to a Commorium Tech 4 operation. This operation
was based on intense training in manoeuvring and handling of new experimental Starships.
Ristodd had lost his leg, and his nerve in the resulting crash, and thus he had
lost his Star Fighter. He had persevered and graduated from the Academy, but
now he piloted Star Cruisers and not Star Fighters.
Commanding the ship was the Legendary
Captain Brunet Talent the oldest serving Captain in the fleet. Captain Talent with
her vast knowledge handling Starships and her previous military experience was
the best captain in the FREP. She just happened to be on station when this
meteor storm had occurred. “Mark”, she barked the order.
Lieutenant Ander spoke into
the communication link, “Bombers away, light it up boys.”
“Will do, Roger Wilco, we
will light it up for you Ris”. That was the reply from flight leader Phawne
Willey, classmate and friend of Lieutenant Ander.
“As per the mission briefing
Lieutenant Willey, be advised, severe meteor activity throughout the sector.
Find out the source if possible.”
“Roger that number one, let’s
figure out what’s nuking up this Sector, and if we find any pirates we will
engage and destroy.”
The sound of the bombers
engine roared and the machine sped down the flight deck followed closely by its
wing mate.
This was the last leg of
their patrol. If the Oberan Dream did not find anything in this sector it was
time to head home and brief Command about the mission. Lieutenant Ander, though
disappointed about not seeing any action on this assignment, reluctantly
stirred the Ship on course back to the planet Commorium. Just as he was doing
this, PRRAANNGG!!! The alarm sounded, alerting them of an impending rain of
meteors. Ander tried to manoeuvre the ship so as to avoid the meteors, but it handled
like a pig, nothing like his star fighter. “Meh”, he thought, “old habits die
hard.”
Captain Talent spoke up, “Let
it go son and just admire the beauty of the shooting stars. Sometimes all you can
do is relax and make a wish.”
Ander looked up at the big
screen to admire the meteor showers and make his wish. Out of the corner of his
eye he spotted the open log on his holo desk. It was a Friday, like that Friday
so many months ago, and a thought had crossed his mind. You couldn’t admire a
meteor shower like this back at the Academy, only on this Friday and only out
here in space.
Both officers looked out
through the observation deck to the left of the overhead holo screen and admired
the beautiful meteor shower as it crashed into the shielded hull of the Oberan
Dream.
“So much for this mission,” Ander
thought to himself as the meteor showers continued to move deeper into the
darkness of space. That is when his holo desktop lit up with an incoming
transmission from Probe OD00778893…
Coming on Monday, The Commorium Incident - Video #2 - Planet Probe.
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