Getting the Wing Moving

Posted on Mon Feb 29th, 2016 @ 5:44am by 1st Lieutenant Leroy Mangalia

471 words; about a 2 minute read

Mission: Point of View
Location: Starfighter Wing
Timeline: Current

ON:

It had taken Leroy close to forty five minutes to get to the bay. Jeffries tubes had been packed with Engineers and other people trying to get to their points of work. Dropping the last two feet into the bay, he saw that the doors had been shut. Waving back a fighter that was powering up, he ran to the door. There was supposed to be a manual release somewhere near the back. Looking it over he cussed.

"Everyone lock everything down!" he called in the bay, causing several people to stop what they were doing. "Now!" He himself started with ratcheting down bins that were holding spare parts, wiring, everything else. All around the bay magnetic locks were clicking into place, straining the power on the backup generators just that much more. Shaking his head he grabbed two items then moved back to where the panel was.

"Everyone out! Or hide in the fighters and get ready to launch." He heard the engines powering up and heard the support staff running as far as they could. Taking a harness he had taken from one of the crates he slipped inside of it, before locking it down to the side of the wall. Opening the panel he started removing command chips, tossing them to the ground. As he pulled one last, a level jettisoned from the side of the panel, almost smacking him in the face. Giving the harness and restraining rope one last tug, he closed his eyes, then yanked on the lever.

An explosion of sound, gas, and other things ripped those few things not locked down out of the now open gash in the side of the hull. Fighters shot out one after another, the restraining bolts loosening up the power needed from the back up generators. He had to hope that his entire plan would work, that the generators and the system that was still active somewhere in the ship. The atmosphere whipped at his clothing as some of the smaller things in the back whizzed by, one taking the breath out of him. The breath he had been holding.

There was no sound as Leroy lost his footing, being pulled feet first to the open door. Leroy was trying to count down the seconds until the force field would activate, until the generators would have enough power to lock down the area again. Fighting the need to breath, Leroy tried to do something, make the doors snap shut. As he grabbed the handle, the blue tinged field snapped into the open hole, dropping Leroy to the ground, pulling something in his legs. Grunting, he undid the straps, groaning as he made his way to his fighter.

"Commodore, fighters are active. You have eyes in the sky."

OFF:

Master Sergeant Leroy Mangalia
Flight Leader
USS Calypso

 

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