Title: Armageddon HP Style
Author: Jennifer
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters, nor do I own any of the original scenes or dialogue from the movie Armageddon.
Chapter Eleven: Independence Lost
As they finished slingshotting around the moon, the pilots of the two ships turned on the evasive radar to help filter out debris. Hopefully, most of the asteroid's tail debris would be pulled out of the way by the moon's gravity. Hopefully.
"There might be a little bit of turbulence here," said the pilot of the Independence.
Ron just hoped there wasn't too much turbulence. He was sick enough from slingshotting around the moon, he just didn't need anything else.
"Houston! Damn! We have debris!"
William's heart was racing. The pilots of Independence were yelling into microphone.
"We're dumping auxiliary boosters!"
Then, it happened. A small piece of rock, about the size of a car, crashed into one of Independence's main thrusters.
"We're hit!"
Everyone at NASA stared, terror in their eyes, as the ship began to go down. William was panic-stricken.
"Mayday, Houston, mayday, I repeat, we are going down!"
"Freedom! I repeat, we're going down! Everyone go to your own life support! Lock yourself in the cargo bay!"
"No…" Harry watched as the ship that carried his best friend for seven years, was hit by meteors.
"Good luck, Freedom." Came over their intercom one last time.
Then one of the pilots of Freedom spoke to the NASA Center. "Houston, Independence is a dead stick. They're not going to make it."
Hermione stared at the screens as the ship that carried the love of her life crashed and burned.
"Houston, Independence has gone down."
Hermione was crying now, she didn't care who saw or what they thought. She turned away from the screens. She couldn't bear to watch it anymore.
"Okay, when I touch this baby down, full reverse thrust!" yelled one of the pilots of Freedom.
Something was coming at them. But it wasn't a meteor. "Hey, what the hell is that? Is that the Independence?" Harry yelled.
"Houston, we overshot our landing field, I repeat, we overshot our landing field!"
"Oh, no!" came Draco's exaggerated reply.
As they prepared to land on the meteor, everything was topsy-turvy. Violent, turbulent, the trip seemed like a failure.
Everyone was strapped tightly in their seats, hoping they wouldn't die. Finally they stopped moving. They had landed.
"Initiate system light system check," said one of the pilots. "Make sure we can still get off this rock."
"Our electrical system is screwed. I'm going to backup."
"Oh, God," moaned Draco, his head in his hands.
"Let's just ask God to take care of our friends," Harry said quietly. "May they rest in peace."
"Amen," replied George, Oliver, and Draco.
"Come in, Freedom, this is Capcom Huston," said a NASA official.
"Come on, Harry, Draco, somebody." Another one said. "Freedom, this is Capcom Houston. Do you read me?"
Hermione walked in and William turned to her. "Maybe you shouldn't be here," he said.
"I don't have anywhere else to go," she answered.
"Get the tools unpacked and ready," said Harry.
"Radio signal's dead," said one of the pilots.
"Going to the backup generator," said the other pilot. "Radio signal's gonna be cut in half."
"Sight 202, lateral grid nine, section 15-h-32. Captain America here blew the landing by twenty-six miles." Draco stated.
"How do you know that?" the pilot asked.
"Because I'm a genius," was Draco's reply. "Anyone want to know why we were shooting for grid A?"
"Why?"
"Because thermal sensors indicated that grid nine was compressed iron ferrite. Which means you landed us on a goddamn iron plate."
"Oh, God, please tell me we still got one of them," William prayed.
Hermione cried softly, holding the ring that Ron had given her.
"Independence has flatlined."
Or has it…?
