"So, Captain, now that you know all the features of this beast. There's also a manual in the spacecraft. Just in case anything unexpected happens..."
"I understand, Mr. Hastings."
"At 7:00 a.m., you'll be taking flight. Remember to stay sharp and keep your enthusiasm alive."
With half an hour left, I was fighting the urge to sleep. It had been over 22 hours since I left home, and though they'd provided a compact yet cozy room, lying down wasn't an option. It was a struggle to keep myself awake, battling Hypnos himself.
Just then, Nicholas arrived.
(Nicholas opens the door)
"Hey, Gust! Wow, man, you look like you're about to collapse!"
"H...how could you tell?"
"Take a look in the mirror. Anyone else would've been scared by those dark circles and that zombie-like face."
"Let me wash up."
(While washing my face)
"So, what's the update on Mission F?"
"Whoa, hold up! I already told you that exposing the Mars Philanthropics is way more important than that. Besides, I'm the one heading to Mars. You'll be handling this mission."
"Alright, fine."
After chatting about the Death Glider and my nerves (thanks to Mr. Hastings) for about 15 minutes, we headed to the launchpad.
Mr. Hastings was waiting there.
"So, here you are, Captain Gust. Your ride's all set. Let me just go over the route again, even though I know you've already got it down. Sharp memory, right?
You'll be travelling to the Moon and back to Earth via the most frequented route-Route S. Once you exit Earth's atmosphere, seven spacecraft will be waiting for you. Your job is to blast them out of the sky while they scramble to escape. Afterward, you'll land on the Moon and survive there for an hour. But that's not all-you'll need to reach the headquarters while fending off the androids programmed to kill you. Haha... just kidding. Your suit is equipped with sensors that will detect any drop of blood. If you shed even one, you'll have to start all over again.
Once you reach headquarters, there'll be a Rubik's cube you need to grab and return safely. That's it."
Mr. Hastings laughed, clearly enjoying himself.
"What? Are you serious? Gust is already the best. All of this is a joke to him. Why waste time with such trivial tasks? He could just do a flyby around the Earth" Nicholas said.
Hastings spoke up, his tone sharp, "You're here because Gust insisted. If you interfere in government matters again-"
Before he could finish, I cut him off. I could practically feel the frustration radiating from him.
"Enough! I'll do it. There's no need to argue over small things. Besides, I thrive on adventure."
Without another word, I dashed toward the Death Glider and strapped myself into the cockpit.
I quickly ran through the Death Glider's systems. The controls were more intuitive than I expected-altitude and orbit adjusters, a reaction control system for manoeuvring, momentum wheels for stability, thrusters for propulsion, gyroscopes for orientation, and a thermal control system for managing heat.
The countdown began.
10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1... and launch!
The Death Glider roared to life,
Cutting through the Earth's atmosphere like a dagger piercing the enemy's chest. My body pressed back to the seat as the Death Glider tore through the atmosphere. Not to mention this is the fastest yet the most comfortable ride I had.
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My Glide On Death
Ciencia FicciónThe year was 2088, I was a spacecraft and jet pilot during that time. No robotic apocalypse, no zombie apocalypse, no meteor shower, nothing at all. There was peace, humans settled on mars also. But there was a detestable group thriving on Mars. Act...
