Commander Goddard
By: Princess Amanda
Notes: I probably should have gone first...
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How do we get ourselves into these situations?
The Christa decided to protect us and so trapped us in this dome. That's understandible enough. I guess.
I wish I knew how this ship worked. We could learn new technologies, we could get home faster...
We could not be trapped in a dome...
"How do you we suppose we get out of this, Commander?" Miss Davenport asked.
There is a downfall to being a commander. Like people assuming you always have a plan. And I do always have a plan.
Sort of.
"I'm working on a plan. There's just a problem with it," I said.
"It doesn't exist," Bova said.
Why does he have to do that?
"Mr. Bova, my plan exists," I told him. Which it did. The plan was getting to the control room.
I just didn't know how to do it.
"We're going to die. We're all going to die!"
Why does T.J. always have to say that?
"We're not going to die," I told her. Not that a part of me doesn't think it's true. But I do have to keep my crew from falling apart.
"Yeah," Radu said, standing up for me. "If Commander Goddard says he has a plan, he has a plan. We'll get out of this okay." Then he turned straight to me. "Won't we, Commander?"
This just isn't my day.
"Uh, sure." Okay, I know it didn't sound convincing, but what was I going to say? "I have no clue how to get out of here, and Miss Davenport's right, we're all going to die."
If that doesn't raise crew morale...
"See? Commander Goddard says we'll be okay! I know we will!" Rosie said.
At that second, I want to thank Rosie for saving my butt. No one wants to burst the Mercurian's bubble.
But back to the problem at hand.
The plan: Getting to the control room.
It looks so good on paper.
If we leave...we'll probably die. Mr. Bova, please get out of my head.
"Why don't we charge it?" Harlan asks.
What goes on in his mind? "It's too dangerous, Mr. Band."
He's going to try it anyway, isn't he?
Of course. One day, he'll listen to a command.
Catalina calls out his name as he tries to charge his way out of the dome, but he of course falls backwards onto the ground.
I am in charge. I can not laugh. That was pretty funny, though. And he can't say I didn't warn him.
"Are you all right, Mr. Band?"
"Uh, yeah," he answered, dazed. Then he noticed Catalina trying to hide her smile. Like I said, it was pretty funny. "Real mature, Rainbow Head."
"Mr. Band," I said in a warning voice.
At least now I know we can't charge our way out.
Maybe getting out of here is a bit harder than I thought...
A shiver runs down my spine. A shiver? "Is it getting cold in here?"
"I thought it was, but I thought it was only me!" Rosie said.
"The temprature in the dome is decreasing," Thelma confirmed.
"Now we're going to freeze, too," Bova complained.
Once again, why does he have do that? "Thelma, why is the temprature decreasing?"
I remembered the communication links when Thelma said, "I do not know, Commander."
She has to have some idea...
"Do you have any ideas, Thelma?"
"Yes."
That was helpful.
"Would you care to share them?"
Thelma smiled. "Of course. I believe it is just a simple malfunction."
Okay, new plan. Get to the control room so we can get out, and fix the malfunction so we don't freeze.
Now...if only I knew how to do it.
By: Princess Amanda
Notes: I probably should have gone first...
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How do we get ourselves into these situations?
The Christa decided to protect us and so trapped us in this dome. That's understandible enough. I guess.
I wish I knew how this ship worked. We could learn new technologies, we could get home faster...
We could not be trapped in a dome...
"How do you we suppose we get out of this, Commander?" Miss Davenport asked.
There is a downfall to being a commander. Like people assuming you always have a plan. And I do always have a plan.
Sort of.
"I'm working on a plan. There's just a problem with it," I said.
"It doesn't exist," Bova said.
Why does he have to do that?
"Mr. Bova, my plan exists," I told him. Which it did. The plan was getting to the control room.
I just didn't know how to do it.
"We're going to die. We're all going to die!"
Why does T.J. always have to say that?
"We're not going to die," I told her. Not that a part of me doesn't think it's true. But I do have to keep my crew from falling apart.
"Yeah," Radu said, standing up for me. "If Commander Goddard says he has a plan, he has a plan. We'll get out of this okay." Then he turned straight to me. "Won't we, Commander?"
This just isn't my day.
"Uh, sure." Okay, I know it didn't sound convincing, but what was I going to say? "I have no clue how to get out of here, and Miss Davenport's right, we're all going to die."
If that doesn't raise crew morale...
"See? Commander Goddard says we'll be okay! I know we will!" Rosie said.
At that second, I want to thank Rosie for saving my butt. No one wants to burst the Mercurian's bubble.
But back to the problem at hand.
The plan: Getting to the control room.
It looks so good on paper.
If we leave...we'll probably die. Mr. Bova, please get out of my head.
"Why don't we charge it?" Harlan asks.
What goes on in his mind? "It's too dangerous, Mr. Band."
He's going to try it anyway, isn't he?
Of course. One day, he'll listen to a command.
Catalina calls out his name as he tries to charge his way out of the dome, but he of course falls backwards onto the ground.
I am in charge. I can not laugh. That was pretty funny, though. And he can't say I didn't warn him.
"Are you all right, Mr. Band?"
"Uh, yeah," he answered, dazed. Then he noticed Catalina trying to hide her smile. Like I said, it was pretty funny. "Real mature, Rainbow Head."
"Mr. Band," I said in a warning voice.
At least now I know we can't charge our way out.
Maybe getting out of here is a bit harder than I thought...
A shiver runs down my spine. A shiver? "Is it getting cold in here?"
"I thought it was, but I thought it was only me!" Rosie said.
"The temprature in the dome is decreasing," Thelma confirmed.
"Now we're going to freeze, too," Bova complained.
Once again, why does he have do that? "Thelma, why is the temprature decreasing?"
I remembered the communication links when Thelma said, "I do not know, Commander."
She has to have some idea...
"Do you have any ideas, Thelma?"
"Yes."
That was helpful.
"Would you care to share them?"
Thelma smiled. "Of course. I believe it is just a simple malfunction."
Okay, new plan. Get to the control room so we can get out, and fix the malfunction so we don't freeze.
Now...if only I knew how to do it.