"Galaxy Garrison flight log 5-11-14. Begin descent to Kerberos for rescue mission." stated Lance. Cocky as ever, thought Dan as she watched him and his crew in the flight sim from the control room above.
"Lance, can you keep this thing straight?" inquired Hunk, the gentle giant.
"Relax, Hunk, I'm just getting a feel for the stick." Ah, come on dude. She crossed her arms and shrugged. "It's not like I did this!" Lance said jerking the ship to the displeasure of Hunk's stomach.
"Urgh,"
"Or this!" Lance stated, as he deliberately moved the ship to Hunk unhappiness.
"Okay, unless you want to wipe beef stroganoff out of all the little nooks and crannies in this thing, you'd better knock it off, man!" Wait! That's what was at lunch today, damn, she thought. She had missed it.
"We've picked up a distress beacon!" stated Pidge, the small fry with the big brain.
"All right, look alive, team! Pidge, track coordinates."
"Copy."
The ship started to weave out of control, watching from behind the scene she could see the teachers pushing buttons to change the events in the simulator. I wonder if it's the same with my test, maybe I could figure out who's behind the test to better predict the test? She could be the first to past without losing a single pilot! She liked that idea.
"Knock it off, Lance! Please!" Hunk was pleading with the wrong person.
"This one's on you, buddy," Lance replied, "we've got a hydraulic stabilizer out." Good, she thought. She was honestly happy Lance got that right, most people didn't.
Hunk tried to fix the ship from his computer but it was only a matter of time before… Oh no, she thought.
"Oh, no." Hunk said holding his stomach. Whoop there it is, she thought, raising her eyebrows at the disaster unfolding in front of her.
"Oh, no." said Lance, "Fix now, puke later."
"I lost contact," Pidge interjected between the boys bickering.
"The shaking is interfering with our sensors." Good Lance, she thought again.
"Come on, Hunk!" Hunk got up to fix it.
"It's not responding." he stated.
"Never mind, fellas. There she blows." Lance stated with his smug voice.
"I don't think that's advisable with our current mechanical" Pidge paused as Hunk tried to hold it down, "and gastrointestinal issues."
"Agreed." Hunk retorted. Dan nodded, they wouldn't be much help if they just add to the problem when landing… if they land.
"Stop worrying. This baby can take it, can't you, champ?" No, Dan thought looking at the buttons the assistants were inputting for the sim. The ship rumbled in respond. "See?" Lance said patting the controls of the ship. It's not a pet, it's a freaking ship you idiot! thought Dan.
"She was nodding. She was nodding." Lance repeated to assure himself.
"Oh, brother…" Dan murmured aloud planting her hand on her face.
"Pidge, hail down to them and let them know their ride is here."
Pidge undid the buckle to reach the communication device, Dan slumped over with a groan. "Attention, lunar vessel. Ah," screamed Pidge nearly fell over.
"What are you doing? Buckle your belt!" Lance commanded. "And, Hunk, stop that shaking!"
"I'm try- Oh, no." I guess the beef stroganoff wanted to say hi, Dan grimaced watching this dismay unravel before her.
"Attention, lunar vessel, this is Galaxy Garrison Rescue Craft One Victor Six Three Tango. Coming in for landing and extraction, against crew recommendations." Pidge stated glaring at Lance.
"No time for your mutinous comments now." Not your concern now bro, Dan thought.
"They're going under and we're going in."
"Look out for that overhang!"
"No worries. My first year in flight school, know what they called me? They called me "The Tailor" because of how I thread the needle." The mission is a complete disaster but at least Dan was getting good blackmail.
"Come around, come around! Come on, come on!" Dan walked over to the person controlling the sim and stared at their screen to see if it was actually possible. The wing went flying, hitting the ice overpass
"We lost a wing!" Pidge cried.
"Oh, man." Dan raced back to the screen that showed the three. Crashing in the sim.
"Simulation failed." the computer announced. Looks like I'm not the only one failing today, Dan thought.
"Nice work, Tailor." mocked Pidge.
The three walked out for the sim to greet the rest of their class.
"Are you alright?" asked an assistant to Dan.
"Huh, oh," she had lost her composure, "Oh yeah I'm fine, just my nerves, just had the tact Test. Guess watching a flight sim wasn't the best thing to do after that." she said with a chuckle.
"Oh I heard a few of the tact students were taking that today, well best of luck to you, you couldn't have been any worse than those three." He chuckled, gesturing to the group down below now leaving the Sim room.
Dan half-heartedly laughed along. You'd think, she thought.