Hay figured I would right this one down. I have seen a few books and movies out there that surround kids going to space camp and thought it would be fun to wright a story based on one that I attended with the beloved characters from my favorite book series in it. A warning though some characters will be OC as most kids who attend it are super nerds. Yes that means I am a supper nerd as I actually attended it.
Enjoy!
Chapter one: Space Side
POV: Annabeth
As I got off the bus that dropped me off at Space Camp I looked around. The hot Alabama air was already making me sweat.
"We're here" Percy said next to me. "I can't believe we're back!"
I smiled at him.
"It's about as likely as hitting another celestial body via controlled explosions." I said.
Percy frowned in confession.
"But we all ready did that." He said. "You literally just described the Apollo missions to the moon."
"Rule of thumb." I said with a laugh.
He cracked a smile.
"Oh, come on." He said. "That hasn't been a thing since at least World War Two."
I laughed again. It was an old saying. (True fact) The term rule of thumb came from solders in WWI who were trying to shoot down biplanes that were strafing them. They would fire bullet after bullet at the planes and still not hit them. Eventually they came up with the rule of thumb. They realized if you could cover a target that was moving through the sky with your thumb when your arm is fully out stretched, you would never hit the target. Then it was a joke in the 1960's that NASA was crazy for trying the moon shot. Astro-naughts would hold out their arms and raise their thumbs and close one eve. They would stair up at the night sky and cover the moon with their thumbs and think.
'How the hell we supposed to hit that?'
But man did it. They went to the moon and back.
"World War II or not," I said. "Never ignore sound reasoning."
He shook his head and laughed as we walked into the camp towards Hab 1. Hab 1 was a building that looked like a pile of giant steal pipes stacked in a hexagon pattern. It was also our home for the next twelve days. As we went to enter the building we bumped into the one person I hated most.
"Well look who's back!" Shouted Clarisse. (Sorry if I miss spelled the name.) "It's the head wimp and her boyfriend."
"Piss off, Clarisse." Percy said as he moved to open the door to Hab 1.
Clarisse looked infuriated right before she slammed percy into one of the steel cross support that held up the domed mettle thing above us.
"What did you just say astro brain?" She demanded. "Maybe you'd like a lesson Aviation Challenge style?"
She was nose to nose with Percy now.
"No thanks." He replied cooly. "I prefer to use my brain," He paused. "You know it's that thing under that thick skull of yours."
This kind of argument was common here at Space Camp. The Aviation Challenge kids always wanted to prove they were better than the Space Camp kids. They barged about their physical training and the air combat simulators. I still remember an argument I had with a kid last year. The kid had his aviation dog tags around his neck and the camo pants and combat boots looked new. I was wearing my Space Camp flight jacket which had my name tag and all my patches from previous flight teems I was on sewed to it along with the space camp logo, an American flag on one sleeve and a NASA patch on the other. It was mixer night and there was one rule. You can not talk to any one from your flight group. You must meet new people.
I had sat down and was settling into the stool at the table when the aviation boy sat across from me.
"So you're space side?" He asked.
Space side was a slang term for a Space Camper.
I nodded.
"You must be a Fly Boy." I said.
This was a not as common term as Space Side but I herd it here and there.
"Bold talk coming from an astro brain." He said. "You couldn't hack it one day in Aviation. You'd quit after one push up." He shook his head in disgust. "All you Space Side's are the same. Sitting in the air-conditioned simulators all day think you're so tuff. Im out here working up a sweat and still training in air to air combat and survival skills."
I laughed at that.
"Well that is an in correct statement." I said. "We spend most of our time in lectures, designing and building space viewless and training for an LDM."
He seamed confused by this.
'Go figure' I thought. 'Just another jock.'
"Basically." I said. "We have to memorize the innermost workings of the Space Shuttle and what our role for the mission is and then we get locked in a simulator for a hole day."
"So what?" Asked the jock. "I have a six hour LDM where I need to dog fight in the simulators and evade capture in the survival course. All you gotta do is flick switches in the shuttle."
I shook my head.
"We are locked for a day with a counselor who's sole job it is for that day, is to screw with our lives however possible." I said. "They give us certain foods and thats it but they can give you fake allergies and not tell you so you have to be careful what you eat or your dead. They also break the shuttle and make you figure out how to fix it or your dead. And they give your teem secret missions like being a schizophrenia or something and you have to subdue the person or your dead." I sake my head. "I bet you wouldn't survive five minutes in a simulator with a ghost."
We call counselors who run the simulators ghosts. In a real space mission the only people in the ship are the crew. In the simulator there is a counselor that we are supposed to ignore unless they talk to us so we call them ghosts.
-Time break back to present.-
Still Annabeth POV.
I watched as Clarisse was about to punch Percy until she saw a counselor approaching. So she let him go and stormed off.
Percy laughed.
"Some things never change." He said as he turned to Hab 1. "Well shall we go check in?" He asked.
I nodded.
"Let's go and be nerds again." I said.
"Since when aren't we nerds?" He asked indignantly.
I laughed.
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