Bugs in the System by Darlandra
Vyn closed his eyes and tried to block out the harsh female voice, ‘cycling indeed!’
“Well V, it looks like sammie fixed one thing only to break another…though I haven’t seen pressure drop ye…”
A sudden shrill scream, two stretching g-suits, and four popping ears later, Jerek Dell had to amend that last sentence.
“zzCyclingzz…zzCyclingzz…” Vyn palmed his face plate while glancing at Jerek, who was popping his neck trying to adapt to the sudden external pressure shift “Well at least the radio unit works no…”
It was his turn to get interrupted as a deep boom, two compressing g-suits, and 4 ears resumed popping as the airlock onto Port Olisars Alpha launch deck re-pressurized…to nearly two atmos.
”OUCH…I’m going to find that little mechanical devil and shov..”
An instant shrill shriek of air exploding outwards was accompanied by the outer doors slamming open along with two stretching g-suits, four popping ears, and two less than manly screams as the two Olisar militia pilots were hurled out the lock into the L-deck’s launch corridor. With two atomos of pressure behind them…there impact was less than soft.
“Shutting up….lets get off this death trap….you deal with your little mechanic wonder…” Jerek pushed himself off Vyn, who was half shoved under the corridors hand-rail.
“Can it, and get in the ship J…”
A rapid preflight later, accomplished with both heads swiveling to watch for any other malfunctions that might disrupt Port Olisars most recent station addition, a de-milled, and then mostly re-milled Anvil Hornet finished up its power sequence.
“Jay, check those guns power adapters, we’re using an RSI module that Samm Ohhhly shit…”
Both pilots stopped their pre-launch checks to stare in horror out the window, where a Constellation, Andromeda series it seemed, suddenly pitched off the deck nose first, coming to stand on it’s tail, engine mounts and thruster arrays shearing off in a storm of sparks and debris. Two sharp flashes and a dull thud of gases slapping their hornet, and the connie was pin-wheeling off the L-deck into open space…
Both pilots looked down at their radios, each afraid to power it on to hear the consequences of what looked like the worst grav-check ever. Morgan Dorrick, the tower operator, was famous through Crusader for his ability to make even senior pilots cringe from simple mistakes. To say his tongue lashing was world class would almost be accurate.
Vyn couldn’t help but shudder while glancing out at a ship that was slowly coming under control while drifting towards the hab-ring ‘discretion…is the better part of not pissing off the bosses…’
Powering up his comm set, Vyn reached down and grabbed a little bit of the courage he and his copilot were supposed to be famous for.
“zztz Uh…tower…Falcon Alpha on mission launch….I think you’re busy…we’re just going to go now…see you in a bit…” “zzzYou stupidzzzz…you don’t power up your drives AFTER mag release…zzzzYou burning piece ofzzzzttzz..”
‘yea….time to go’ Slapping his hand across his control boards, Vyn set Jay to skipping the majority of pre-launch so they could get off the deck before anything else happened. Releasing his own mag release…after powering up his own drive, Vyn began to apply some positive vertical thrust to get away from the detritus strewn deck below.
“Yea Vyn, power couplings are good, not showing any of the thermal buildup like they were before, EM adapters are SHIT LOOK OUT!”
Snapping his head around, Vyn couldn’t help but feel his eyes widen and jaw drop in shock at the sight of an Aegis Gladius hurtling backwards towards the station…and them.
Vyn snapped the controls off their precision launch tracks, and slammed the vertical strafe knob as downwards as hard as possible. “Hold on Jay!” Had he been looking in the little mirror that gave each pilot a tiny view of the other pilots face, Vyn would have seen his copilot and friend in a death hug with his restraint harness while the two of them felt their stomachs, and their contained lunches, hurtle up towards their skulls.
The impact could have been worse. The landing gear didn’t have time to deploy fully and thus lock, so all three struts drove straight back upwards into the sturdy fighter. The right wing enclosure snapped downward with its fixed Badger repeated striking hard enough to allow something to arc into its enclose magazine, which of course detonated the weapon, shearing off the wing entirely.
With the extra thrust of the blast combined with the recoil off the deck interacting with the now very offset center of gravity…the hornet had only one place to go: up and over…onto it’s top.
Eyes watering from a head wrenching impact with the upper canopy, Vyn watched in horror as a seeminly inverted, backwards flying Gladius plowed into the cracked constellation that had limped back to the landing bays.
Neither pilot was conscious from this point, as the blast from the rupturing drive engines of one freighter and one fighter was enough shear an entire section A-Pad from Port Olisar, and drive the flipped Hornet across the remaining deck into a stanchion, which finally put both pilots out of their conscious misery with final blows to their heads.
Several months later, a safety review of the incident(s) would conclude that there was no acceptable conclusion. It was assumed that a recent solar flare had interfered with numerous systems across both the station and varying ships in it’s vicinity causing untold numbers of “bugs”. Jerek Dell would find that he got along with alcohol much better than before and became a fully functioning aviating alcoholic while in Crusader space. Vyn Darlan had the best of it, as his ranting and raving about murderous airlocks so greatly amused one Sammie Kendric that he was pulled into a date…and another…and another. With Port Olisars A-Launch deck repaired and again upgraded, service has returned to normal, though many pilots still insist that strange…things…happen while flying in Crusader space. Black outs with pilots finding themselves back in their bunks became common and ships supposedly appearing out of the void on A deck. Hallucinations it is said….time will tell.
Service is Glory
Death in Service
Death is Glory
Needless to say, this story reflects my current experiences from the PTU the last two days. Sadly the H build is near unplayable due to bugs, but…well..you get the idea of the chaos that is currently ensuing.
Service is Glory
Death in Service
Death is Glory
While the bugs in PTU are not good this was a very good story. I thought it was interesting. Hopefully they next story your posting about PTU will be about the sheer awesomeness and how the the rampant bugs are no more.
I loved the read, sure hope to see more just like it! 😀
i love reading all of yalls fan fiction stuff! it really gets me in a SC mood!
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