Mykes felt the pain getting to him and soon, he blacked out. How much time had passed since, he did not know. But next he opened his eyes, there was no pain. He was on his back, and he felt...happy. Working on a ship inside a large hangar. The sounds of sparking welders and clanging metals were all around, but one thing he heard was a laugh. Lifting a wrench up to the cockpit, a hand came out and grabbed it. "Thanks, Mykes!" That voice...he knew it from somewhere. Mykes laughed, and got back under the fighter, working away.
There was a thud and Mykes pulled out again on the wheeled tray he was on, looking up to a face peering down. They were...well, he couldn't say cute. Something in his mind told him that he never would call them that, not to their face. But he always smiled to them. Brown hair, dark green eyes and pale freckled skin. They were at least his age. And he remembered. They were training engineers, the both of them. They were a family friend. "Say, Mykes. Ever...ever thought about flying?" Mykes shrugged. "I dunno, maybe. I'm more of a grounded person, you know that." The boy just laughed. "Come on, I bet you'd be one of the best pilots on this ship here...we could take it for a sp-" "No, no joy rides. I said no last time, and I say it again." The boy pouted, and then retreated back into the cockpit. But Mykes was still smiling, something about the conversation...it felt like it had happened a lot...but the something struck him as the ship creaked. He knew this part...And he dreaded it.
The ship's landing gear snapped. It fell, pinning him. He screamed out. And there was another cry out of pain. With the landing gear, the cockpit door had malfunctioned. He could barely see the hand of his friend. Others in the hangar rushed over to help. Something was burning. He remembered vaguely screaming out to save...but to not save him. It all went by so fast. The cutting of his leg, the explosion. And then he woke up, once more in the caves.
[member="Tom Taff"]