The cold heartless void
The ship was alive with the sound of booted feet running down the maze of corridors, the guard barracks was a scene of complete chaos as troopers gathered their kits and shrugged into flak vests. On the command deck, Captain Wassi stood among the organized confusion of a warship readying for a conflict. br"Ensign! Get those servitors out of the engine conduits, we might need them for later! You get those tanks in bay seventeen locked down. Staff Officer? Yes, you! Get those bloody guardsmen into boarding and counter boarding points, make them useful." BrIt was clear that the captain was in his element as he shouted out orders and commands. The crew hurried about the bridge completing a myriad of tasks necessary to keep their ship running smoothly. Deep below the bridge, inside the enginarium, Chief Enginseer Croals was also spewing out orders. br"You fools, don't bother with the primus generator, it's fine, work on the secondus and tertius! What in the omnissiah's name are you doing! Don't touch that! Leave now all of you!" brThe crew hurried about eager to get away from their master's wrath. Several acolytes who were working on the emergency dump flues, left in mid repair, leaving the access panel open. As they left, the doors shut behind them, and Croan set about his work. brIn the flight bay, the Sky splitters oversaw and checked the final loading procedures of their thunderbolts. After the loading of the ordnance was finished, they entered their vehicles and taxied into formation on the launch floor. brInside of his own 'bolt, Kyle switched on his flight systems. He relaxed as the lights flickered on one by one and read all systems operational status was at maximum capacity. Behind him, he heard the droning of his flight engineer Janus Reaun as he called the machine spirit forth. br"Alright folks let's get out of here and get back in time for rec hour."
br a stream of laughter filtered through the com, the entire day for the pilots was basically recreational, none-the-less they wanted to return home and soon. As the wings unfolded and the engines hummed to life, the monolithic blast doors parted and theships of the Sky Splitters streamed out.
The ship was alive with the sound of booted feet running down the maze of corridors, the guard barracks was a scene of complete chaos as troopers gathered their kits and shrugged into flak vests. On the command deck, Captain Wassi stood among the organized confusion of a warship readying for a conflict. br"Ensign! Get those servitors out of the engine conduits, we might need them for later! You get those tanks in bay seventeen locked down. Staff Officer? Yes, you! Get those bloody guardsmen into boarding and counter boarding points, make them useful." BrIt was clear that the captain was in his element as he shouted out orders and commands. The crew hurried about the bridge completing a myriad of tasks necessary to keep their ship running smoothly. Deep below the bridge, inside the enginarium, Chief Enginseer Croals was also spewing out orders. br"You fools, don't bother with the primus generator, it's fine, work on the secondus and tertius! What in the omnissiah's name are you doing! Don't touch that! Leave now all of you!" brThe crew hurried about eager to get away from their master's wrath. Several acolytes who were working on the emergency dump flues, left in mid repair, leaving the access panel open. As they left, the doors shut behind them, and Croan set about his work. brIn the flight bay, the Sky splitters oversaw and checked the final loading procedures of their thunderbolts. After the loading of the ordnance was finished, they entered their vehicles and taxied into formation on the launch floor. brInside of his own 'bolt, Kyle switched on his flight systems. He relaxed as the lights flickered on one by one and read all systems operational status was at maximum capacity. Behind him, he heard the droning of his flight engineer Janus Reaun as he called the machine spirit forth. br"Alright folks let's get out of here and get back in time for rec hour."
br a stream of laughter filtered through the com, the entire day for the pilots was basically recreational, none-the-less they wanted to return home and soon. As the wings unfolded and the engines hummed to life, the monolithic blast doors parted and theships of the Sky Splitters streamed out.