Pilot Academy 2
 

The return trip was fairly quiet. Nothing had come in about their missing comrade, and the trip wasn't that long so all they could really do was wait in the hanger bay. Inyri was out of her fighter, streaching her legs, but sticking close to her fighter. She had picked up a couple of carbon scoring marks, but it appeared to be mostly cosmetic.

John hadn't mentioned the bet since he found out someone was missing. John was inspecting the damage his ship had taken although it was the mecanics job John liked to obserwe the repairs.

Shit. That's all he could think as he dangled outside his ship, tethered by a thin power cord to the cockpit. He surveyed the training asteroid he had crash landed on along with his wrecked fighter, which was now in several different pieces. Smoke plummed out of the engine blocks with small hints of flame sparking out now and then.

The ship resembled a can of soda that had been run over by a truck. It was really a sad sight to see. With the radio smashed and any means of communication broken, Gabe counted the minutes as he watched and waited for a rescue ship. He knew he was in a desperate situation when he went for food and found it had vaporized from an engine explosion.

"At least I won the bet." He said smugly into the vast nothingness. His ship, upon crashing, had lodged itself directly in the bullseye of one of the targets. "I hope they had collision on that thing."

(OOC) Um, Bob, we're nowhere near the astroids.

Truce really couldn't do anything. He was worried about Gabe, but his ship was in no shape to be redeployed, and now that they were heading back to the base all he could hope was that Firestorm would find his friend while they investigated and salvaged what they could in the battlefield.

Without even the energy to sigh, he simply closed his eyes as he laid back against the hangar's wall. All he could do was stand there as the repair crew did their job while the other pilots were sorta...there.

So, what's going to happen now? He had no clue, and he hadn't been told much afterwards. He himself might lose his position as pilot, considering the damage his ship sustained, but he was more worried about why the raiders were out there; after thinking it over it seemed they were more intent on destroying the pilots and their ships than it had been about taking cargo.

ooc-Flare, is the instructor going to give us a battle report and analysis? Maybe not roleplayed, but just something we could base our performance on maybe included in your next post?

(OOC) Don't worry about the debrief. It'll happon.

After landing, Scott stepped out of his ship and sat down in the hangar. "Nothing in about Gabe yet? Kinda makes me feel crapy for not going out and looking, but there's not much we can do but wait for that debreif and hope for the best." A momen later he moved over to a nearby vending machine, got a soft drink and came back.

After about ten minutes, a voice crackled over the intercom. "Rescue crews have managed to locate a sevearly damaged fighter. It may be Gabe. They're going to pick him up and take him back to the station.

"Thank good." John said as he heard this.

Truce grinned, taking a moment from worrying to celebrate the possibility Gabe might be alive. Then, he bowed his head and returned to what he had been doing before-absolutely nothing.