Doru Araeba
23-12-2004, 15:51
A.F.P St. Alexander, Flying Carrier, Flagship of the Fleet (http://img152.exs.cx/img152/9141/flyingcarrier2zu.png)
Current Location Unknown
Captain Brandon Grant paced back and forth on the bridge, shooting irritated glances at a bewildered helmsman. Behind him, guards stationed at the door looked at one another and suppressed giggles.
Well, he said, Do you know where we are yet?
The helmsman flushed a deep red, obviously embarrased. No, sir, I have no idea. I can tell you that it's nowhere over Doru Araeba, though.
Perfect. So, not only are we not above our homeland, but we could have anti-aircraft weapons poised at us right now! What about that new invention, what was it, raider, or something?
Radar, sir, and it isn't for navigational purposes.
So they give us something that's bloody useless, do they?
The guards couldn't help it, and let forth a slight laugh. The captain flushed even deeper than the helmsman had, pretending not to hear them. He paced somemore, in the guard's opinion trying to find something else to complain about. He seemed to have found it, so he turned back to the pilot, and shot another statement at him.
So, thanks to your blundering incompetence, we are lost! Now, I bet that the turbines that keep us flying will run out of gas, and we'll fall to our doom! All thanks to you!
Sir, the turbines are solar powered, and we have at least ten hours stored in the battery. Plus, the pannels are storing up even more reserve. Secondly, sir, (the “sir” was heavily strained) I wasn't the one whom ordered us off course because of a shooting star.
It wasn't a shooting star! It was flak, from a cannon! Someone was shooting at us!
The guards were hysterical. The captain, now so embarrased, decided to retreat to his quarters, ordering the helmsman to notify him should they find something of interest. Even the pilot couldn't help but join the guard's laughter as their commanding officer left the bridge.
Current Location Unknown
Captain Brandon Grant paced back and forth on the bridge, shooting irritated glances at a bewildered helmsman. Behind him, guards stationed at the door looked at one another and suppressed giggles.
Well, he said, Do you know where we are yet?
The helmsman flushed a deep red, obviously embarrased. No, sir, I have no idea. I can tell you that it's nowhere over Doru Araeba, though.
Perfect. So, not only are we not above our homeland, but we could have anti-aircraft weapons poised at us right now! What about that new invention, what was it, raider, or something?
Radar, sir, and it isn't for navigational purposes.
So they give us something that's bloody useless, do they?
The guards couldn't help it, and let forth a slight laugh. The captain flushed even deeper than the helmsman had, pretending not to hear them. He paced somemore, in the guard's opinion trying to find something else to complain about. He seemed to have found it, so he turned back to the pilot, and shot another statement at him.
So, thanks to your blundering incompetence, we are lost! Now, I bet that the turbines that keep us flying will run out of gas, and we'll fall to our doom! All thanks to you!
Sir, the turbines are solar powered, and we have at least ten hours stored in the battery. Plus, the pannels are storing up even more reserve. Secondly, sir, (the “sir” was heavily strained) I wasn't the one whom ordered us off course because of a shooting star.
It wasn't a shooting star! It was flak, from a cannon! Someone was shooting at us!
The guards were hysterical. The captain, now so embarrased, decided to retreat to his quarters, ordering the helmsman to notify him should they find something of interest. Even the pilot couldn't help but join the guard's laughter as their commanding officer left the bridge.