So you might know about my story Knee Deep In The Splatted, well that story is going to be going on a hiatus for a bit, I'm not going to abandon it, just want something fresh to work on, welp, hope you enjoy the story!
Captains log #1
The Skyforge is the coolest ship we've got.
Oh, so you probably don't understand what I'm talking about, well, let me elaborate. Recently, some of the suit wearing-test tube holding scientists came up with an idea on how to build ships that could fly, then they hired a bunch of alcohol chugging rednecks to build it.
Worked a lot better than it should've.
The ship ended up looking like a pirate ship, but with metal armor covering it and two huge propellers on each side to make sure it doesn't crash and explode in a giant fireball, then they thought, 'Hey, we could use this to fight the octarians!' So they started building more.
Would've gone nicely, except for the fact a giant floating pirate ship is not very easy to keep hidden, so octarians figured out, built their ownm and now they're attempting to wipe us off the map. So the scientists decided, 'Hey, let's get some crews to fly these things!"
Turns out that commanding a crew of people you've never met to fly a giant pirate ship is not as easy as it sounds.
That reminds me, I haven't introduced myself, my name is Taranis Jöran, you might be thinking, 'Jöran? That name is funny as fuck!' And if so, go jump off a bridge, I don't care, I fly a rad as fuck ship and blow up other ships, am I funny now?
I should probably stop swearing, after all, the scientists keep track of these.
Well, that's all, Jöran out.
END OF LOG
Captain's log #1
SCOTTY'S POV
'Ello there, I'm Scotty, I'm the head engineer of this ship, the Skyforge to be exact, basically, the captain, Jöran, tells me to fix something or make sure the oxygen on the ship won't fail and we won't all die., I also get to sit at the big-boys table and help make important decisions. The only reason I signed onto this ship is because battles in the air on kind of pirate ships! But believe me, if I knew everyone's lives were counting on me so I couldn't slip up once I would've never even thought about joining.
Believe me, having an entire thirty man crew counting on you is super nerve-wracking. And, since we're up high in the air, there's not a ton of oxygen, so everybody is counting on me to not let the oxygen tanks get punctured or the propellers stalling and we crash to the ground in a giant fireball or have the controls break.
If I haven't emphasized it enough, this is a very stressful job.
AUTHORS NOTE
This is a short chapter.
Sorry.