Winged Light

Chapter 1

 "Galaxy Garrison flight log 5-11-14. Begin descent to Kerberos for rescue mission." Lance McClain says, before steering the pod towards the pale, icy planet.

"Lance, can you keep this thing strait?" Hunk Garrett groans.

"Relax, Hunk, I'm just getting a feel for the stick. It's not like I did this!" the pilot exclaims, before speeding up.

"Or this!" The boy does a poorly-executed dive, causing his engineer to groan once more.

"Okay, unless you want to wipe beef stroganoff out of all the nooks and crannies in this thing, you better knock it off, man!" he warns.

"We've picked up a distress beacon!" the crew's system operator, Pidge Gunderson announces.

"All right, look alive, team! Pidge, track coordinates," Lance commands, "and you, Nura, you can sit back, relax, and watch a master at work." he finishes in a flirty tone, winking at the young co-pilot. She simply rolls her eyes and continues doing her job.

"Copy." the techie says. The ship begins shaking.

"Knock it off, Lance. Please!" exclaims the gentle samoan, as a beeping from one of the computer monitors goes off.

"This one's on you, buddy. We've got a hydraulic stabilizer out." Hunk's eyes widen as he checks the monitor in front of him. The ship hits more turbulence, and he gags.

"Oh, no."

"Oh, no. Fix now, puke later." Lance says worriedly.

"I lost contact. The shaking is interfering with our sensors." the young system operator says.

"Come on, Hunk!"

It's not responding." moans the engineer.

"Oh. Never mind fellas. Thar she blows. Preparing for approach on visual."

"I don't, think that's advisable with our current mechanical and gastrointestinal issues."

"Agreed." says Hunk.

"Stop worrying. This baby can take it, can't you, champ?" the arrogant pilot says cockily, petting the dashboard, as the rumbling begins again. "See? She was nodding. She was nodding." His co-pilot smacks the back of his head. "Ow! Pidge, hail down to them and let them know their ride is here."

"Attention, lunar vessel-aaaugh!" Pidge exclaims as she falls due to the shaking of their ship.

"What are you doing? Buckle your belt. And, Hunk, stop that shaking!"

"I'm try- oh, no." Hunk starts, before vomiting into the main gearbox.

"Attention, lunar vessel," Pidge states once again, "this is Galaxy Garrison Rescue Craft One Victor Six Three Tango. Coming in for landing and extraction. Against crew recommendations." She mutters into the microphone.

"No time for your mutinous comments now. They're going under and we're going in."

"Look out for that overhang!" Pidge warns her pilot. Nura's eyes widen, and she checks her seatbelt, tightening it and bracing herself.

"No worries," Lance rebuts, "my first year in flight school, know what they called me? They called me 'The Tailor' because of how I thread the needle." However, all the response he got was Nura rolling her eyes and clambering over to him, taking control of the ship. After piloting safely to the landing zone, finishing the simulation.

"Roll out, donkeys!" shouts Commander Iverson. The crew is soon lined up outside of the sim.

"Let's see if we can't use this utter disaster of a crew as a lesson for the rest of you students. Can anyone point out the mistakes these so-called cadets made in the simulator?" the Commander asks the other students.