Asmus Janes
Trouble
Implants. He'd seen that on the record. That's how he rationalised everything he saw as he headed back into the hold. He flicked a switch on the side of the speeder bike, his heart thumping. It hummed with repulsors and became weightless, whilst still massy, resistant to being pulled off the wall.
Survival kits one and two were strapped either side, leaving him moments to slot the CC13 into place. He started to head for the cockpit.
“Feth!” He swore loudly, returning to grab something from a drawer. His 'oh kriff’ bag. Unmarked local currency in chits. And fresh socks. According to the spec ops boys the most useful things after water bottles and purifiers.
He rushed back to the cockpit. Everything was in place. The ship juddered as it started to slow to make a tight turn between two hills. Below the speed it would go from silly to suicidal for the drop. If all went to plan it would then accelerate, perform maneuver 3C and go down in flames. If by some miracle it avoided the torpedo it would clip the trees and go down.
“Good work. Strap yourself to the back of the bike.”
He slapped a button and an audio countdown started at fifteen. He followed Kaile back and went for the emergency release to lower the rear doors.
You've been good, he told the shuttle. She'd be the third ship he'd lost in action.
Survival kits one and two were strapped either side, leaving him moments to slot the CC13 into place. He started to head for the cockpit.
“Feth!” He swore loudly, returning to grab something from a drawer. His 'oh kriff’ bag. Unmarked local currency in chits. And fresh socks. According to the spec ops boys the most useful things after water bottles and purifiers.
He rushed back to the cockpit. Everything was in place. The ship juddered as it started to slow to make a tight turn between two hills. Below the speed it would go from silly to suicidal for the drop. If all went to plan it would then accelerate, perform maneuver 3C and go down in flames. If by some miracle it avoided the torpedo it would clip the trees and go down.
“Good work. Strap yourself to the back of the bike.”
He slapped a button and an audio countdown started at fifteen. He followed Kaile back and went for the emergency release to lower the rear doors.
You've been good, he told the shuttle. She'd be the third ship he'd lost in action.