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Grey XA09:


Arhkman woke to the blasting sound of a klaxon, rising and falling in symmetrical annoyance. Castor's voice incomprehensible to the still groggy Galicon boomed over the PA, urging all pilots to make their way
to the hangar bay.


Arhkman got the gist of it, klaxons rarely mean
anything else. He slipped into his flight suit and hurried outside,his body now fully alert. The corridors were filled with anxious and hurried support staff hurrying towards their posts.


Arhkman not wanting to delay, slipped into a rarely used service shaft that led straight to the hangar. He ran, extricating himself several times from the jungle of cables that hung freely from the roof, walls and the bundles that seemingly lay around every corner.


He neared the door leading back out to the corridor. A large crash and searing heat were the last things Arhkman could remember. His limp body encased in the flight suit he had adorned was pulled out into space, blast doors could be heard crashing down outside the service tunnel attempting to stop a complete vacuum.


His body floated, free of any force, save that of inertia. A hole the size of an X-Wing had been taken out of the Odin, flotsam-like shrapnel eased its way past Arhkman. The shock wave from the proton torpedo, confined in the small corridor had knocked him unconscious. With no one aware of his route through the tunnel and unable to pro-actively call for help he would die within the hour.


His only hope was that of his friends realizing he wasn't there. Damon, having just been convinced to stay in Med Ops and sleep through the battle shot upright in bed once again, forgetting how painful it had been the first time.He unwillingly screamed out in pain, the nurse fed up with the callous nature of pilots cynically sensing an "escape attempt" preemptively filled his veins with a fast acting
sedative.


The nurse strode over to his bed, "If I had 5 creds every
time one of you fighter jocks tried to go AWOL from MedOps-" she left the thought unfinished as Damon started struggling to block out the need for sleep, "Galicon's...out...side." "What are you talking about?" she walked over to the door which opened
to reveal an empty corridor, "See, you're imagining things, go to sleep."


Unable to keep his eyes open any longer he fell into an induced comatose state. Will Arhkman survive in outer space? Will Damon be able to warn anyone of Galicon's impending doom? Find out the answers to these and many
more questions next mission report!

Grey XA09 Part II

The thin digital numbers displayed on Galicon's suit read "00:42"


Lightheart weaved through the throng of faceless people; he needed to reach the hangar. He danced through the crowd, offering an apology to anyone he stumbled into. His stomach began to hurt as his mind started to wander over thoughts of death. He consciously pushed them aside, preferring to think of lighter things. He entered the spacious hangar, a host of X-Wings laid out in two rows of six. Having arrived on the Odin only recently, he had no idea which ship belonged to him. "Ahh...excuse me." He called out to a passing mechanic. "Excuse me." The mechanic, too engrossed in his work, could not hear Lightheart. Dragos gave up. Deciding a little initiative was required, he chose an X-Wing at random. With helmet in hand he climbed the ladder with one arm. At the top he threw his leg up and over into the cockpit, which was quickly followed by the rest of his body. A series of beeps and whistles filled the cockpit, but for Lightheart they meant nothing. Between his stunted upbringing and his preference for the B-Wing, Lightheart wasn't particularly fluent in droid-speak, however like any good Corellian he could ad lib with the best. "Yeah Yeah, What does it look like I'm doin'!"
More erratic whistling could be heard as Lightheart finished his pre-flight checks and engaged the repulsorlifts.

The on-deck logistics officer held his comlink closer to his face as he talked to his counterpart on the bridge, "Yep that's everyone!"

The thin digital numbers displayed on Galicon's suit read "00:36"

The doctor walked into Med-Ops, “So Betty how’s our patient doing?”

The nurse got up from her desk picking up a clipboard, she thrust it in the doctor’s direction “Ughh, you wouldn’t believe how much trouble I’ve had with him, they-“

“Shhh,” The doctor put his hand in the air for further emphasis, “Do you hear that, it’s...some kind of a...a beep.” He tapped his finger on the clipboard in time with the beep.

The nurse listened for a while, “Nope, I ain’t hearin’ nuttin.” The doctor’s eyes narrowed as he urged his ears to find the source. He walked closer to Damon’s bed. The beep got louder. A comlink lay on the bedside table, a bright digital display flashed brightly, the words “Galicon: EV” emblazoned on the screen.

“Hey Betty.”

“Yes sir?”

“You want to give a call to the guys up top?”

“Sure, what’s wrong?”

“I just want to see if they know one of their pilots is EV.”

“EV? Oh no! I’ve been such a fool.”

“What? I’m sure they’re aware it’s just that I’d just like to check.”

“No no, It’s just that our patient here told me this about half an hour ago and...”

“And...?”

“I sedated him-

“Sedated him!”

“Sir, please you have to understand, I thought he was going to pull a runner.”

“Well...I guess it’s more urgent than I thought, quickly get that call up to the bridge.”

“Yes sir.”



The attack had been thwarted; space junk filled the area surrounding the Odin, the only colour, a pinprick of orange in a sea of blacks, greys and whites. A transport filled with trauma specialists followed the signal from Galicon’s suit being relayed to them. The rear airlock opened expelling two spacesuit clad men. They deftly handled the unconscious form pushing him into the airlock feet first.



The thin digital numbers displayed on Galicon's suit read "00:11"



Galicon woke up in MedOps surrounded by his squad mates, “Hey hey, look who finally decided to wake up! Not like you missed much or anything.”

“Shut up James, He’s had a rough time.”

“Hey just sayin’ is all”

Galicon’s face broke out in a big cheesy grin “What the hell happened?”

Castor stepped forward, “You were sucked out into space when a proton torpedo hit us. It was a billion-to-one shot. See when X-Wing’s leave the hangar we have to drop the shielding around the hangar door, well it seems that an undisclosed engineering design flaw causes the shield to drop the shield for about a further 50 meters along the same service tunnel you were using. Some people have the worst luck.”

"I’d say. But surely you guys realised my ship hadn't left?"

"Yeah funny thing that." A small voice thick with a corellian accent began, "Well you see, I kind of took it by mistake."

“oh...so how’d you guy’s end up finding me then, I didn’t tell anyone I was going in there.” Ray piped up, “Well that honour goes to our CO, seeing as so many of us have gone EV lately, he had Patchy monitor all our suit stats.”

Galicon saw Damon wave a hand from the other bed, Galicon tried to roll over to face him, but was hit by the most horrific pain he had ever experienced, “No no! You got 3rd degree burns to 40% of your back, you’ve been in bacta for the past 5 hours, but it’s obviously still tender, We’ll let you two rest for a while longer.”


The lights in MedOps slowly dimmed as the jubilant crowd of young men and women, glad just to see another day, walked out the door.



-1LT Arhkman Galicon