Transition in transit

Posted on Sun 9th Feb, 2014 @ 9:00am by Major Landon Mabrade

753 words; about a 4 minute read

Mission: http://sb109.sim-station.net/index.php/sim/missions/id/6
Location: Space outside Protector.

OLD


Mabrade had his gear in Mika on the Flight deck; or ‘shuttle Bay as the Fleeters call them.

NEW

Walking onto the ‘Shuttle Deck’ Mabrade wore his Flight Gear as he walk towards his fighter; the beautiful lady that he shares his most intimate moments, the relationship of two that are as one. He and the fighter were one in purpose; no eral woman could compare to Mika; the ‘Nose Art’ on her was a woman he had known years ago, she gave him a weekend to remember then after six months they celebrated their time together. The day was spent on a beach, she wore this swimsuit that was classic with the skirt partly covering her bum and His shirt on with it tied to keep it closed.

The moment he saw her from the left rear, her legs curled under her ahd moving hair around her ear became caught on holo and then transferred to the nose of his fighter. Human pilots in past wars put these types of images for luck, some to show whom they fought for and Mabrade kept her in memorandum. Mika was his fighter and Tabitha watched over them both. As always Mabrade went up to the Fighter and put his fingers to his lips and then put his fingers to Tabitha’s image’s lips.

“Hallo Love.” Mabrade winked to the image and then moved to the cockpit. Stepping into the cockpit and starting to put on his restraints before preflight checks of the system, he ran through the diagnostic checks and started to power up the engines. All his board became green; he expected no less of Mika, then he placed his helmet on before closing the Fighter.

“Major Mabrade in Mika four two seven requesting departure clearances for flight to Protector?” Mabrade transmit.

=^= Mika 427 you are cleared for departure. =^= The feminine voice reply.

“Thanks for the ride.” Mabrade happened to look back towards the doors to see Chantel standing there watching, he blew her a kiss before he lifted off the deck.

Moving smoothly out the force field Mabrade felt at home finally; away from the confines of a starship he could allow the lack of artificial gravity telling him which way to fall; he had a universe from which to soar and tumble. Touching the controls with a light response the fighter followed the programmed lead answering his thoughts and reflexes.

“Permission to buzz the Bridge?” Mabrade transmit as he arced in that direction to set up his approach.

=^= Permission Granted the pattern is empty. =^= The female voice told him.

“Thank you Indomitable.” Mabrade made a quick and close pass before the casual arc towards the Star Base Protector.

The short flight would be casual in his opinion; a straight course that put him in the flow of Base traffic, he noticed the lack of a fighter screen, he ran a scan to note the lack of fighters mingling in the traffic. On the outer edge of the lane the Fighters patrol; Mabrade noted the fact for future reference.

He moved Mika towards the patrol area, the fighters were watching but as he was a cleared craft they did not pay him much mind; a fighter seemed to not be a threat; posed no danger, and the base would not be as forgiving. He was approved but he had an IFF signal in the green.

‘No fighter is harmless’ his Flight tactic instructor had drilled into Mabrade. The fact it had a green signal does not mean it cannot be faked or stolen. The duty of the fighters is to defend Protector; it was natural to allow ships to flow freely in the routes without harassment, yet this was a false sense of confidence. Mabrade did not care what the merchants would think; he would make sure the fighters would be weaving through the lanes just to be able to pounce upon any threat, especially when there should not be one.

Anticipate and adapt, words that Mabrade lived by, he would adapt the fighter patrol pattern to cover dangers or potential dangers he saw in the Station’s defense screen.

“Mika Fighter to Protector, permission to buzz the Control Tower?” He transmit.

=^= Negative the pattern is full.=^= The reply came in an almost mechanical voice.

“Not today Protector, have to deflower the Tower.” Mabrade comment as he changed course, he dove slightly and cut close to the Control Tower but nowhere near dangerous, more of a prank than anything else.

TBC

 

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