CHAPTER 6;
A TALENTED YOUNG PILOT
He glanced over his shoulder at his customers as they boarded. They strapped theirselves comfortably into the seats, and spoke to him, "We would like to go to the city hall, please."
"No problem," he said cheerily, and brought the small ship to life, taking it up over the city, and flying it towards the city centre, where the city hall was situated.
As he piloted, something just felt right about it. He felt as though he had been born to fly, and he yearned for space travel, something out of this atmosphere. He wished to see the stars and planets that were just beyond their small corner of the galaxy. Even though he had never set foot outside of the planet's atmosphere, he felt as though he had had some experience out there. Perhaps he had dreamed it.
He smiled to himself, and flew the small ship smoothly over the city. He looked down at the buildings, and watched carefully for other craft. The last thing he wanted was a collision.
Within no time at all, he landed the ship beside city hall, and his passengers had paid their fare, and left the small craft.
He sat there in his piloting seat, and watched the people pass by him.
Someone else got onto the ship, and he turned to look at them.
It was a man, and from the looks of him, one who was very similar to the pilot himself. The only difference was their skin; the passenger had light skin, whereas the pilot was dark-skinned.
The man was clad in black, and wearing a long leathery coat that rested around his ankles. He wore heavy black boots that thudded on the grating as he walked over to a seat, and gloves on his hands. His hair was brown and wild, and he looked to the pilot with blue eyes.
"Where to?"
The man was very blunt, and had a very distinct voice, one that would probably get stuck in the pilot's head all day, "The stadium."
"Okay," the pilot said with a nod, and closed up the shuttle. He would have to refuel soon. he had made nearly ten trips back and forwards across the city today alone. It paid well though. even though it didn't feel quite right to take people's money for something the young pilot loved to do.
Travis, with that same youthful smile, took off, and started the ship going over the city, the stadium already in sight. The man in the back probably could have walked to the stadium.
Travis didn't even know there was an event today. Maybe it was a spur of the moment thing. maybe this man owned the stadium.
He shook his head discreetly, and banished the thought. This man didn't look as though he could own a stadium. He was very dark, and mysterious, and something about him made Travis shiver. Something was familiar about his features as well. he had probably just seen the man around the city sometime recently.
Travis started to land the shuttle again, watching the pad below him carefully. Sometimes, careless children ran onto the landing pad, and were crushed beneath the sheer mass of the transport ships.
Travis wasn't eager to do anything like that, and so, when he felt the smooth landing, he smiled happily.
"Thanks," the man said quickly, paid him, and left in what seemed to be a hurry.
Travis watched him from out of the window, and looked down at the wad of money he had been given. The fare was only half the amount he had received, and he felt his brow furrow.
With a shrug, he locked the money in the compartment beneath the console, and waited for his next customer.
A TALENTED YOUNG PILOT
He glanced over his shoulder at his customers as they boarded. They strapped theirselves comfortably into the seats, and spoke to him, "We would like to go to the city hall, please."
"No problem," he said cheerily, and brought the small ship to life, taking it up over the city, and flying it towards the city centre, where the city hall was situated.
As he piloted, something just felt right about it. He felt as though he had been born to fly, and he yearned for space travel, something out of this atmosphere. He wished to see the stars and planets that were just beyond their small corner of the galaxy. Even though he had never set foot outside of the planet's atmosphere, he felt as though he had had some experience out there. Perhaps he had dreamed it.
He smiled to himself, and flew the small ship smoothly over the city. He looked down at the buildings, and watched carefully for other craft. The last thing he wanted was a collision.
Within no time at all, he landed the ship beside city hall, and his passengers had paid their fare, and left the small craft.
He sat there in his piloting seat, and watched the people pass by him.
Someone else got onto the ship, and he turned to look at them.
It was a man, and from the looks of him, one who was very similar to the pilot himself. The only difference was their skin; the passenger had light skin, whereas the pilot was dark-skinned.
The man was clad in black, and wearing a long leathery coat that rested around his ankles. He wore heavy black boots that thudded on the grating as he walked over to a seat, and gloves on his hands. His hair was brown and wild, and he looked to the pilot with blue eyes.
"Where to?"
The man was very blunt, and had a very distinct voice, one that would probably get stuck in the pilot's head all day, "The stadium."
"Okay," the pilot said with a nod, and closed up the shuttle. He would have to refuel soon. he had made nearly ten trips back and forwards across the city today alone. It paid well though. even though it didn't feel quite right to take people's money for something the young pilot loved to do.
Travis, with that same youthful smile, took off, and started the ship going over the city, the stadium already in sight. The man in the back probably could have walked to the stadium.
Travis didn't even know there was an event today. Maybe it was a spur of the moment thing. maybe this man owned the stadium.
He shook his head discreetly, and banished the thought. This man didn't look as though he could own a stadium. He was very dark, and mysterious, and something about him made Travis shiver. Something was familiar about his features as well. he had probably just seen the man around the city sometime recently.
Travis started to land the shuttle again, watching the pad below him carefully. Sometimes, careless children ran onto the landing pad, and were crushed beneath the sheer mass of the transport ships.
Travis wasn't eager to do anything like that, and so, when he felt the smooth landing, he smiled happily.
"Thanks," the man said quickly, paid him, and left in what seemed to be a hurry.
Travis watched him from out of the window, and looked down at the wad of money he had been given. The fare was only half the amount he had received, and he felt his brow furrow.
With a shrug, he locked the money in the compartment beneath the console, and waited for his next customer.