Mission 3:
Chapter 1: New Toys
-Orbit around Planet Yuri_4 September 4th 1548 hours-
Wyoming and Maine drifted aimlessly through space. Georgia was gone. His pack was damaged and when he tried to use it it detonated killing him. Maine pulled a small cylinder off of his back and twisted the top slightly. An antenna stretched out and a red light started blinking on the side. "Help is on the way now." Maine said. His voice lower than usual. Wyoming closed his eyes to calm down and when he opened them again a dark ship was approaching them quickly. Wyoming pulled out his rifle and trained the scoop on the side of it trying to find a marking of some kind to identify the ship. The ship turned to them broad side and the lights lit up the name in white letters.
MOTHER OF INVENTION
a cargo bay door opened and a pelican launched out towards them. Wyoming was worried. He didn't know who it was it could have been an insurrectionist salvage ship looking for survivors in the wreckage or a pirate ship looking to grab some gear. Either way it didn't bold well for them. The pelicans main light burst on. Wyoming's visor was a blur then the automated systems lowered the contrast so he could see again. The pelican was hovering directly in front of them. "You boys need a lift?" A familiar voice asked over their com links. "North is that you?" "Ya, you like her? shes our new toy." He said happily. Wyoming looked at the dreadnought class cruiser before him in awe. "What else did we get?" He asked.
The pelican drifted perfectly into its landing zone on the ship. It touched down with a little thud of the landing gear making contact with the hull of the ship. Maine was the first one out clutching his stomach. Wyoming stood at the opening of the pelican. North walked up behind him from the cockpit. "Nice eh. The Director had been keeping it a secret up till now. He said its about time our operations became more, mobile." Wyoming looked around the massive eight-teen pelican docking bay. "You should check out the new kit we got too. A lot of nifty fun gadgets for our future missions." Wyoming wasn't really listening to North he was hoping that he wouldn't run into South. "I'm actually kind of tired right now mate. Maybe another time then. Cheerio." He said and walked off waving his hand over his head. North stood there puzzled for a minute before shaking it off and walking away as well.
Wyoming laid on his bunk in the crews quarters. He had his own room. He never had that back at base, he had always shared with Florida. That's how the two of them became such good friends. The room wasn't big but it covered all of his needs. It had a bed and a desk for him to work at. A small sectioned off toilet and shower and a small fridge sink and oven for him to make his own meals. He would defiantly spend more time in his room now. A knock came at his door. "Who is it?" He asked the door. "Its your old roomy. Can I come in?" "Its open." Wyoming said laying his head pack down on his pillow. The door slid open and Florida walked in in his under suit. "Hey how you doin'? Maine told me about Georgia." He sat down at the desk chair. "Oddly enough I'm fine it doesn't bother me that hes gone. That may be cold but its true the dunce almost killed us all out there today." Florida nodded. "official story is that his pack overloaded and sent him flying off in a incalculably direction. Recovery is not an option." "that's better then the truth at least."
The door slid open again Wyoming looked to see who it was this time. North burst into the room out of breath. "Wyoming watch out South just heard about the Georgia incident and is on her way here now." He said panting. "Why? It wasn't my fault. And which version did she hear the real or fake one?" Wyoming asked sitting up in his bed and throwing his legs off the side. "The one the Director told her. Wait the real or fake one? There's more than one story?" well at least that one makes him look like the bad guy. Wyoming thought to himself. South burst through Wyoming's door. Screaming. "Why didn't you try to help him?!" She cried. "What was I supposed to do when his pack overloaded? Hmm. Go after him when he was going almost light speed?" He suggested in a smug tone. "Ahhh! You're pissing me off you know that. You could have tried to fix his pack." She yelled again. "When were we supposed to do this. When he was hurtling away. We didn't know it would overload until it did okay. It could have just as well have been me." "I would have preferred that!" South followed with out skipping a beat. The room went silent nobody said anything but they all knew that South had crossed the line on that one. She sunk her head in shame. "What is all of the racket over here?" The Director himself walked into the room now. "We can all hear this conversation from the bridge two-hundred meters away." Nobody spoke. "Now, Agent South Dakota if you have an issue with the disappearance of Agent Georgia you take it up with me not Agent Wyoming here. I'm SURE he did everything in his power to save Agent Georgia but nobody could have prevented the incident that occurred. Am I clear on that?" His face was straight and unwavering. "Yes sir." South said. "Now Agent Wyoming, I would like to talk with you on the bridge. Please follow me." The two of them left the room and the small crowd that had gathered outside and inside the room slowly dispersed.