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“Full thrust, numbers three and five!"
“Already ten power!”
The craft shook violently, as it entered the planet’s atmosphere before entering into a wild spin, causing those who hadn’t had the good sense to strap in, to tumble throughout the bridge. The ship had Vasco’s new Series V Sheildtiles spread completely over it’s seemingly too-thin shell. At the very least, it wouldn’t break up on reentry.
“All retros full!” screamed the Captain, but as before, the first mate had already completed the task - he was no fool and knew what was happening.
“The stabilizer is completely sheared off, retro two is about to go. There’s no way to make a landing, Captain. Let’s get out of here, before it’s too late,” the third officer screamed as he white-knuckled the arms of his seat in front of the main avionics console.
“Don’t tell me what to do, Balooud. We’re making a landing … period! I’m sick of pompous off-worlders trying to run my ship.”
The first mate looked from one man to another. He was dumbfounded. “But Captain, we could probably fix the stabilizer in space. I think Balooud is correct; with both number three and the stabilizer gone, I don’t think she’ll hold up.”
“Even you, Nwala,” mutiny’s running rampant on my vessel! We will most certainly learn the chain of command when we land this vessel. Right now, LAND THIS CRAFT!”
The men did their best, but it was to no avail. Most blacked out from the plus-7 Gs of the wildly spinning vessel, and those that remained conscious could not stabilize the ship before it crashed into a thick stand of massive hardwoods. Some of them thought how closely this resembled their own earth, just before they died.
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King Of The Realm a.k.a. Kings, Wizards ... Lasers?
FantasyAfter crash landing on a distant planet, Wes finds himself in a medieval world - like something right out of a fairy tale. But there's more than meets the eye and the world is just too familiar ... (Note: In WATTYs so please vote!)
