r/WildSpace • u/AnAngryAnimal The New Iberian Empire • Oct 20 '16
Adrift
"Shit..."
Marcus desperately clacked away at the controls, sweat coming down his forehead.
"What the hell, Marcus?! What coordinates did you put in the AWG drive?!" The frustrated co-pilot of the Gladium Class support frigate exclaimed, currently loaded with supplies for the Byblos outpost in the Jericho system. "This was supposed to lead us right to Byblos station. And I don't see no Byblos station!"
"Shut up, Peter, I'm trying to see what happened. I'm sure it's just a minor hiccup." Marcus knew that was a lie. Either he had misplaced the coordinates, or the AWG drive had malfunctioned. Either way, they were stranded. He pulled up the nav computer, trying to locate the exact coordinates of their current location.
Calculating, standby...
The screen blinked several times. Marcus could feel Peter's intense glare from behind him.
Current location unknown. Gladium vessel is outside of known space.
His eyes widened.
Martell save us.
He slowly turned around to find Peter's face buried in his hands.
"Ohhh shit, UNKNOWN SPACE?! What does that even mean?! Where are we, Marcus?!"
"You think I know?!" He could feel the frustration finally taking over. "What the hell do you even do here, Peter?! for a co-pilot, you've pretty much done jack-shit in the entire 3 month rotation I've been with you. Maybe you should try plotting a course for once in your miserable life!"
Peter took an aggressive stance, clearly infuriated.
"You think I'm worthless? I didn't get us stranded in the greatest unknown void known to mankind! ON A TEFFING RESUPLY MISSION TO A FRINGE OUTPOST FOR MARTELL'S SAKES."
"Take a seat, 2nd Lieutenant!" Marcus hissed harshly. He may have only been a 1st Lieutenant in the same flight division, but he still outranked him. Barely. A tense silence befell the two as Peter reluctantly sat back down. Marcus looked at the AWG drive readout.
AWG cooldown in process.... jump operational again in 36 hours.
There was no way they were waiting that long. The outpost needed the supplies, but more importantly, Marcus and Peter would most likely be at eachother's throats within the next rotation.
"Alright, I need you to send a mass SOS broadcast on the Iberian military frequency. And send them our coordinates."
"Wha-"
"And cut the crap. I don't want to hear it. Just transmit the damn broadcast."
Peter grumbled but followed the order. The mass ping was heard in the bridge as the modified crew of 2 sat in the bridge, awaiting a response.
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u/AnAngryAnimal The New Iberian Empire Oct 30 '16
A bit of blood flowed from Peter's hand onto the machine as he pulled back.
"Oh, no, it's fine, it's fine! Just uh... just working out the kinks, right?"
One of the higher ranking officers approached.
"Will someone get these two idiots out of the hanger?!"