Wonder why I didn't think of this earlier, Seth thought as he cut another burnt wire's isolation, removed the damaged section and used his fingers to twirl the remaining two ends together, finally using some good ol' fashioned duct tape to keep them in one piece. It was crude and unaesthetic but at least it seemed to get the job done.
Next I'll go for that one... it's bigger, it's red and it looks like it's important - and that's good enough for me, the Ensign smiled as he began repeating the earlier procedure.
This whole operation lasted for the better part of the day, the Navy officer having verified and changed wires all the way from the tip of the cockpit to the very end of it, having removed durasteel boards from the floor, walls and ceiling to bring more of them into view. When he was finished with it though, the man was quite tired and sleepy. He drank some more water, made sure to force feed some of it to the unconscious crewman in the back as well and then turned off for the night.
No more strange visions haunted his dreams, though the Wing Commander did wake up twice in the middle of the night, believing he had heard movement outside. He ignored it the first time around, but actually picked up his blaster pistols and got outside to check things out the second time it happened. The officer stood near the ramp and strained his eyes to see the area around him but no matter how much he tried, the fellow could not see anything out of place. There were no strange shapes, no weird noises and generally nothing indicating that there was anyone or anything else out there. Despite this, Seth could still feel a strange presence looming about.
The man lowered his guns, got back inside the shuttle and just to be on the safe side of things, raised the ramp so as to ensure that nothing could get in. Following that, Seth tried to sleep some more, only waking up again early in the morning thanks to some strange moans that he simply knew were not of his own making.
What the? the Ensign opened his eyes and reached for his blasters but quickly holstered the guns after realizing the injured systems operator was the one thrashing in his sleep.
"Hey, buddy! Hey!" Qorbin shouted and lightly slapped the other man across the face - same way he did the previous day too - "Hey, I could use you over here", the Navy officer continued, not trying to sound selfish but also not trying to hide the truth either.
The other VE member thrashed, moaned and groaned for a few more minutes before finally opening his eyes just as Seth was about to deliver another slap to the man's already red cheeks. The pilot stopped himself in time of course. "Hey, nice to have you back! Now whatever you do... don't go back to sleep, you hear?" Seth tried speaking in a clear tone of voice, making sure each and every word was loud enough. The other man tried to say something but Qorbin rapidly stopped him "Hold that thought! First, take this... Drink some water."
The Wing Commander had tried keeping the other fellow hydrated but he had no way of knowing whether he had succeeded in that attempt or not. Plus some more water would serve to strengthen the man that just woke up after whole hours of sleeping - or so at least Seth thought and also hoped...
"Wha-- What happened?" the other man spoke after having gulped down some of the warm water. "We crashed", Seth bluntly replied, deciding not to provide any further details. "Everyone else?" the Warrant Officer asked next and this time around Qorbin shook his head first, only afterward adding "We're the sole survivors." The Wing Commander again paused before further adding "And unless you've got some better tech skills then my own... we're likely not going to continue surviving for much longer."
The two men spoke for a few more minutes - mostly the Warrant Officer asking questions and Seth trying to provide the man with answers - before they made their way to the cockpit, Seth being kind enough so as to allow the other fellow to lean against his shoulder.
"I know this may look bad... not to mention messy and chaotic... but I think I'm making good progress restoring power to the instruments here. If we can get a working comm, then we might be able to send a distress signal - and hope the ones coming for us are friendlies. Or enemies in few numbers. Right now I'd even settle for that", the Ensign spoke, every now and then turning to look at the Warrant Officer - basically trying to see whether the other fellow was impressed or horrified by what he was looking at.
"Sir, have you tried using the cockpit's independent generator?" the systems officer asked - likely the first question that sprung to mind, but a question that struck Qorbin fairly hard. "The independent generator?" the Ensign repeated in a faded voice, having no idea what the other man was talking to. "Yes sir. During times of distress the
Lambda shuttle was designed to detach its cockpit and allow it to function independently. It's not ideal for hyperspace jumps or other long voyages but it's at least as useful as any other escape pod... Anyways, to accomplish as much, the cockpit was outfitted with an independent power generator."
Wonder if any of this was found in the manual, Seth Qorbin pondered. The man recalled skipping through the large book, only bothering with things he personally considered important such as flight controls and warnings related to the craft's limitations in either space or atmosphere. How was he to know he'd end up needing any further information than that?
"Right... Right, of course... So, can you switch that on? Power up whatever systems are still operational?" Seth asked in a hopeful voice, the Warrant Officer replying in an equally hopeful tone "I believe so sir, just let me see exactly what are problem is."
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"Can't you just replace some parts or something?" the Ensign inquired, though he could already tell the answer given the other man's expression. "Sorry sir but it wouldn't work without specific parts and the shuttle isn't carrying any such spares."
Great, he got the thing to light up again only now we've got no place to go and no one to get in touch with. Now that's just frakin gre- "You said the cockpit could detach itself and fly on its own, right?" Javelin's commander asked and the other man's eyes suddenly brightened up, already seeing what the more senior officer had in mind.
"The damage looks minor and the systems we've lost aren't directly required to fly the ship around... Certainly not if we're just going to use it as an oversized landspeeder to reach the nearest hub of civilization... I'll need to run a few more checks and maybe attempt a few bypasses here and there but I think we've got a good chance of pulling this off. It's just that... well we'd also need to get rid of some if not all of the sand that's currently in the way."
In other words someone - or the guy not busy doing the bypasses and whatnot - should go outside in the criminal heat and play in the blasted sand, Qorbin realized and frowned at the thought. Still, he knew that it was the best, and also quickest way out of their predicament so he just got to his feet and nodded his approval. "You stay and deal with all that tecky stuff, I'll be outside trying to unbury us..."
The Ensign opened the shuttle's ramp and made his way outside where he began shoving away the sand around the cockpit. At first the man used his bare hands but soon realized that was not only taking too long, it was also starting to burn him in the process. Next he used a squarish piece of plastic that he ripped apart from one of the passenger chairs - not like they were going to have any more of those for this ride...
Two hours or more must've passed since then and Seth found himself drenched in sweat from all the effort. On the plus side, he had managed to clear the viewport and most of the areas around the cockpit. He was next trying to clear the way a bit right in front of the
Lambda shuttle when he noticed the Warrant Officer inside banging on the transparisteel and motioning ahead.
Is he done? Seth wondered and gave the man a smile and a thumbs up, not that the other stopped pointing and banging...
What's gotten into... him? Qorbin began to wonder but found out the answer to that question as soon as he turned and faced the horizon. A huge black wave of swirling winds was coming and it did not look like the encounter would be an easy one. At the very least the nasty looking sandstorm would bury the shuttle once more in sand... Quite possibly enough sand to prevent anyone from being able to get out in the process though.
Oh frak! And here I was thankful for the cool breeze..."Is it ready?" the Ensign shouted but was unsure whether the systems officer inside heard him or not.
Nothing more I can do here anyway, he realized and the man turned towards the ramp when yet another thing drew his attention next - a bunch of gruesome sounding shouts, as if someone kept choking over and over again. Only it wasn't a single someone by the sounds of it...
Oh what now?The Vast Empire pilot turned around just in time to see a few more creatures rise from the very sand, yelling the same choke-like battle cry before rushing towards him.
I heard the spacers talking about sand demons but I never thought I'd have the good fortune of seeing one myself. It's moments like these that make me so bloody happy to still be alive.The officer's cynicism did not prevent him from drawing out his blasters and starting to shoot however. At first the demons did not return fire, and Seth felt pretty good about himself after bringing down a couple of the charging creatures. It was only after the sand colored beings began to fire back that the man turned tail and made for the shuttle as quickly as he could. He didn't mind being overwhelmed, but being overwhelmed in the middle of the desert with no cover around and by creatures that could shoot back from long range - Seth was not willing to take those odds...
"Close the ramp!!!" Qorbin screamed - in a very manly fashion of course - as he struggled to get inside the shuttle as soon as humanly possible. "What are they?" the Warrant Officer asked as he pressed a few buttons that raised the shuttle's ramp. "Don't know, don't care, don't have time to bother with them either", Seth struggled to regain his breath as he first grabbed a couple E-11s from the gun cabinet and next made his way inside the cockpit.
"Between these bastards and that... thing coming our way I'd say we're majorly screwed unless you give me some good news. How about it Warrant Officer? Can this bucket of bolts fly out and away or are we going to wait and guess exactly what will kill us first?"
"I'm not sure, sir. I wanted to run a few more diagnostics, as well as try some tests fir--" the systems operator started but the man was interrupted by Qorbin "No time for any of that. Will this deathtrap fly or not?"
"It... might?" the WO replied, not really convinced that he had done a thorough enough job earlier. "Good enough for me", Seth nodded and hopped in the pilot's seat. "Take a seat and help me out here", the Ensign next commanded as he stared at both the approaching sandstorm and also the blaster bolts that impacted with the shuttle's hull. Thankfully the creatures were shooting with small weapons and the shuttle's hull was designed to try and resist even heavy weapons, so the Navy officer wasn't immediately concerned by the chance of them blowing up as a result of this.
"Disengaging clamps... now!" the Warrant Officer shouted and almost immediately afterward Seth could feel the ship changing its gravity point and falling. The inertial dampeners weren't on, but then again the distance was also only a few feet high so the shock was hardly serious. "Starting repulsorlifts... now!" the WO cried again but this time around nothing occurred. "Now!" the man repeated and Seth looked around but again nothing happened.
"What's wrong?" the Ensign inquired. "The repulsorlifts... they're not responding and without them we can't get in the air", was the systems officer's reply. "Then skip them. Engage the shields - if we still have any - and start the engines instead." It was hardly a good idea and both Seth and the other man knew as much. Then again in light of the ever approaching storm, it was as good a choice as any other.
"Engines... online!" the WO notified and Seth tried pulling on the control yoke. The detached section of the shuttle began moving forward though it failed to also gain altitude in the process. "Damn... Say now, are you by any chance a religious person?" Seth asked as he kept the cockpit flying - or rather moving fairly fast whilst still on ground level - straight for the sandstorm.
"Sir?" the other man asked, unsure what the blond Human was planning. "Yeah, me neither..." Seth smiled as he disappeared in the storm.
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The Tusken Raiders were busy burying themselves back in the sand, knowing that after the storm would pass the loot they kept careful watch on would still be there, just waiting to be dug back up...
The last of them was just about ready to follow his kinsmen's example and disappear beneath the surface when he noticed a tiny grey shape shooting out from the storm and crossing the sky in the opposite direction. The creature shouted its frustration though the sound would never reach the two Humans safely flying away...
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"A question if I may sir - how did you know that would work?" the Warrant Officer finally asked after they've managed to put a few kilometers between themselves and the dangers behind them.
"Didn't. The way I figured three things could happen: one, the currents could prove strong enough to get us off the ground; two, we'd continue running through the storm until our engines would give way; three, we'd end up buried in tons of sand, never to be found again."
"So we've only had what - 33% chances to make it through?" the other man asked again, both surprised and at the same time happy that they managed those odds though.
"Half that actually. The currents could be strong enough to get us off the ground and keep us in the air... but they could just as easily pick us up and throw us back down again."
Noticing the other man's expression Seth gave him a smile "Don't bother with statistics and probabilities kid. A pilot, much like a swoop racer, never cares about his supposed chances of success, he instead cares only about the goal and the need to achieve that certain goal. Anything else comes second..."
Qorbin wasn't sure whether that made a whole lot of sense, or whether the other man fully understood it all but he couldn't really explain it any clearer than that. "How far till we hit civilization? I'm dying for a clean shower, a hot meal and a cold bottle of whatever these good for nothings consider their best..."
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