Sparrow Squadron - My life as an Aurelian Teen Fighter Pilot

by Aceofdarose

Leasath and Aurelia are at war. David Atkinson has already lost his older brothers in the Navy. His only choice is to join Sparrow Squadron, under the command of Maj. Naomi Winters. He will become the first teen to enter the squadron as well. He'll have to grow up fast in order to survive, and prove to his older squadron mates he has what it takes.

4. Chapter 4- Centrifuge

Chapter 4- Centrifuge

The classes went by faster than I expected . All the studying and remembering terms and analyzing pictures, paid off when I passed the final exam with a 90%.

Then came…..the dreaded centrifuge. Every pilot has to pass the centrifuge test in order to earn their wings. The centrifuge is like one big slingshot, just being swung around in a circle without launching the capsule that us nuggets , and even astronauts, sit in.

As I was waiting in line, an adjacent door to my right opened up. A nugget stepped out, looking pale beyond belief , he mumbled to himself," It'll only take 15 seconds they said. It would be quick they said.", in a low voice, as if he had gone stir crazy, or what pilots call, "Vertigo". He had puke stains on his flight suit.

"Atkinson, David !", called out the test coordinator. "Present.", I said.

"You're up, remember your breathing techniques, and try to hold out for the 15 seconds, or you'll end up looking like that guy over there, and retake it over again. Lets make this a one time pit stop, ok?", he said.

"Affirmative.", I said. I strapped myself in, and closed the hatch, it let off a soft hiss. There wasn't an oxygen mask or anything, because the facility was on ground level, not making sharp, life or death evasive maneuvers.

"Ok, can you hear me?", asked the coordinator over the tiny television screen, I could see myself on the one next to it. "Yes, I can.", I said.

"Alright, here we go, the G force will soon build up to 9 G's , if you can get past that without blacking out, you don't ever have to do this again, and you get your wings!", he said.

"Alright let's do this!", I said.

He started it up. Ok I can do this no biggie.

2G's: The force against my next and chest was starting to build up.

4G's: "Ok start squeezing your legs and stomach…Now!", the instructor said. I Squeezed with all my might, my legs and stomach were tight. I took short tight breaths, to help keep the blood in my head. Hhhmp! Gasp. Hhhmp! Gasp. I went.

6G's: I felt as if I was overweight, at 6G's, My weight totaled at about 2,000 lbs. "Keep it together man! You can do it!", the instructor said. My face felt like it was about to be ripped off the bone. I kept my breathing up.

7G's: I started to feel weak, my vision was starting to fade of all color. Crap, not good! "Don't give in! Keep it up! 5 seconds left! ", the instructor cheered me on.

8.5G's: I grunted and cussed as much as I could, all while constraining every fiber in my body to fight back GLOC ( Blacking out ) I started to slump down in the chair, but slowly got back up. "5,4,3,2,1…and Zero!", the instructor said.

The Centrifuge slowed down back to a halt. The test was over.

"How do you feel?", he asked over the microphone.

"Oh Jesus, it felt like hell! I felt like that fat kid from a video I saw one time, he was being pushed down in his chair on a roller coaster. How did I do?", I asked.

"You did excellent! Actually better than most nuggets I've tested.", he said.

"So a prodigy? ", I asked.

"I don't know. I really don't know.", he said.

The door of the capsule hissed open , the blinding, pure white light of the centrifuge dome greeted my weary eyes.

I was handed to packet , and informed to meet up with Cmndr. Alderson and Maj. Winters.

I'm finally on my way to become a fighter pilot! I screamed in my mind.