The Eternal View

Posted on Wed Mar 30th, 2011 @ 6:06am by Lieutenant JG Randall "Iceheart" McGraw & Lieutenant JG Talia "Phoenix" Richards & Lieutenant JG Del'ore

776 words; about a 4 minute read

Mission: The Forests of Mythraeli
Location: Mythraeli Space above the planet
Timeline: Current

ON

Talia was almost done scanning her section of the planet. There wasn't a lot to report. So far the planet looked like a giant, pristine forest. No sign of humans. No sign of the away team. NO sign of the shuttle.

Randall was quite frustrated by now. He had had intermittent communications with both his sections, and as yet no signs of life. He had just lost communications with Eagle squadron, and regained contact with Hawks. "What I want to know is just how we are losing communications, especially so quickly?"

Talia began to fly over the area where the shuttle had gone down. Suddenly her instruments began to go haywire and then fail. "Richards to McGraw. I just lost..." Her voice trailed off. Communications were down, too.

Randall started to swear inside his head, as he he lost the connection before he could even respond to his pilot. He locked onto to her last known coordinates, and then had his co-pilot lay in a course, at full impulse.

The fighter began to lose altitude. Talia fought to keep the nose up and glide. If she were going down, she was going to make sure she did so in one piece.

For several minutes she fought to keep control. Then, all of a sudden, everything came back on and the fighter again responded to her. Talia pulled up and headed into the upper atmosphere. "Richards to McGraw. I'm coming in," she said, her voice a little shaky.

"Belay that last communication. We are right above you, and are going to dock and have a face to face. I want to know exactly what just happened, and we are not going to run the risk of losing comms with you again."

"Everything appears to be fine now, sir," Talia said. "Do you want to follow me to the ship or continue with the docking maneuver?"

"Let's go ahead and dock. I want to see if there is any direct correlation to why our ships keep losing comms, and compare the ships sensor logs over the last few hours."

"Yes, sir," she said. Talia followed the instructions to dock her ship.

Once they had finalized the connection between the two ships, Randall released the lock on the Docking Door, and helped Talia up into the runabout. "So what can you tell me about the loss of comms on your side?"

He walked over to the controls, and pointed out three or fours places that he had lost communications with each of the Squadron Leaders. "I was in these positions each time I lost comms. Where were you in relation to me each of the times that I lost communications with you?"

"I lost comms here, and got them back here," she said, indicating the location on the map. "Looks like it's roughly the same area."

Randy looked at her pinpointing the locations, then frowned. "What settings did you have your sensors tuned for? Geological, Biological, or Broad spectrum?"

"Broad spectrum," Talia replied. "To get as much information as possible in the scan, sir."

Randy frowned for a moment, then turned to Del'ore. "See if you can raise either Hobbes or Fraser on the Comms. I want both of them to switch from broad spectrum, one to geological, the other to biological scans, and then they are to both head back to the Calypso, once they are done with their sweeps."

Del'ore simply nodded and turned back to the controls. She contacted Fraser first, and had him switch to geological scans. She then concentrated her efforts on getting ahold of Hobbes.

Randy turned back to Talia. "Ok then, I want you to retune your sensors to biological settings, and I am going to tune mine to geological. We are going to make one more pass, over the area that we lost comms in, and then we are going to head back to the Calypso. I believe that we may have stumbled onto something here. I want you to fly no more than ten meters off my wing, got me?"

"Yes, sir," Talia said.

Del'ore turned back to Randall. "There is no response from Hobbes. I have tried on multiple frequencies, and no reply."

"Blast! Alright, Del'ore. Keep trying at random intervals, while we do this next flyover." He turned again to Talia. "Ok, Ensign, hop to it. We have got no time to lose."

"Yes, sir," she said. She climbed back into her fighter, detached and prepared for the new scans.

OFF

Lieutenant JG Randall McGraw
Wing Commander
USS Calypso

Ensign Talia Richards (PNPC)
Fighter Pilot
USS Calypso

Del'ore (PNPC)
Wing Safety Officer
USS Calypso
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