And I thought we were done

[ToKola Bakari]

Hyperspace~08:00 HRS~ The mad bastard​

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There was a special place in hell for any man who thought it was a good idea to force a starfighter pilot to be transferred to the Imperial Navy as a transport pilot. Dominic liked to believe whomever came up with the idea in his case was underneath said hell.

As he sat behind the controls of The mad bastard he could not help but let out a long exaggerated sigh.

I didn't join the military for this. He mused, finding no amusement in his current situation. In all honesty it had been nothing more then being at the wrong place at the wrong time that landed him this comfortable seat behind the controls of a Lambda-class shuttle, ripping through hyperspace. An emergency request had come into Kamino, requesting a pickup from some armpit of a planet the man could not even pronounce. Sadly, Kamino's entirety of available shuttle pilot's were occupied or on leave, where as there was a surplus of starfighter pilots. Why bring a Naval pilot off his leave when you can just utilize the resources given to you?

To save Dominic a pain in his backside, that was his thoughts. He was one of the many fighter pilots with no orders and because his name was first on the roster he was chosen for this assignment. "Oh well, can't change anything by sulking I guess."

His eyes went over the controls that laid before him. The ship was old, and Dominic had left in such a hurry, he didn't think the deck officer's even did a pre-flight check. So far the ship had ran well and was moving through Hyperspace without trouble, yet the Lieutenant still had his reservations. He activated the intercom device that led back to the passenger bay. "Listen up people, we have about another eighteen hours of Hyperspace travel, so I recommend you get comfy." He said, closing out the intercom.

 

[NT-6922]

"Someone kill me", groaned Sierra Two. As the team's latest recruit, he wasn't that used to long space-travels - and, as Natassia noticed very early on, he was very, very twitchy, which earned him his nickname; Twitch. "I'd do it, but they'd just put me back on the executioner's end again", groaned Sierra Four as he tried to find a suitable position to sleep, to no avail. "At least we're all still alive", said Sierra Six with a shrug. "And I can't wait to go and check out that Twi'lek back in the 33rd!"
Laughing heartily as a response, Natassia passed her hand into her helmet, quite unnerved by the fact she couldn't feel much through her mechanical fingers. "You and me both."

Then the pilot patched in, and announced the duration of the flight - to which several of the squad members let out annoyed groans and shouts. "Come on, are you kidding me?!" spoke Sierra Two as he placed his hands onto his face, looking just as if he was about to stand up and murder something out of annoyance. "Guys", said the squad leader as she raised a hand. "Look. I'll buy first round once we're home, and then we'll go and show the death troopers how it's done."
The chatter soon died down, and they all turned toward her, raising eyebrows, frowning, or simply looking terrified. "What do you mean, boss?" Sierra Four finally said after some awkward silence.
"That means", spoke the woman, amused by their reactions, "that we're going to kick the frak out of of them at basketball."
Even from the cockpit, [member="Dominic Crowley"] would be able to hear the cheers.

 

[ToKola Bakari]

A joyous uproar came from the passenger bay of the transport. Dominic pressed a palm to his forehead, exhaling softly as he listened to the cheers. "Freakin' Boots." He sighed.

The man leaned back, placing his boots on the dash as he looked over the surrounding light show of Hyperspace. All in all it was a pretty beautiful sight, and the starfighter pilot did not often have the luxury of viewing them from such a large viewport. He brought his hands behind his head as he prepared himself for a short nap. "A couple of hours and I'll be right as rain." He muttered, pulling his patrol cap over his face. Although the man did miss his fighter it felt good to fly in uniform as opposed to a full flight suit.

Slowly beginning to slip into the sweet realm of sleep Dominic thought he heard a melodic clicking sound, almost lulling him to sleep. That clicking sound, however, was no lullaby. It was a switch on the console that had malfunctioned and would no longer toggle for the ship's hyperdrive. The hyperdrive lever fell back in the "off" position, a loud slam echoing through the cockpit.

Dominic's feet flew from the console as his eyes fell on the disengaged hyperdrive. "Oh sh-" Before his words could come to climax he felt a violent jerk pull at the shuttle as it was violently pulled from Hyperspace.

Thrown against the control panel the man let out a soft groan as he looked up at the view in front of him, the broadside of a planet, and they were headed right for it. "Oh kark!"

[member="NT-6922"]