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and told Sammy to go ahead with the transfer. In the meantime Drake would look up this Armos on his gazers and set coordinates.
âShields are now at eight percent, D.J.â Sammy smiled at his captain and tipped his teamâs racing cap.
âWe are going to a place called Armos, Folders says itâs great for stops. Iâm going to take the same team, except I want Croxy instead of the M.O. Sammy youâre in charge, buddy. Take her down.â Drake got up, stretched, and told himself that at least this stop wouldnât be as dreadful as the last one. He was quickly proven wrong when the landing party made their descent into the main corridor, where something horrific happened.
There was a sharp jolt, when the racecraft began its routine landing, causing a razor edged panel to come spiraling down from the top of the corridor. The panel unpredictably twisted in mid-air and embedded deep into Croxonâs skull, creating a fountain of dark, green blood that squirted and oozed out onto the deck. Iriarte fell to both knees, and then face forward, with the panel sticking out of the back of its cranium.
Drake was frozen in shock, as his long time friend lay motionless in a puddle of green excretion. Kraus ran over to the nearest intercom to call for the M.O., while Bruvold went to get a closer look. Jaws jetted to the cleansing quarters, apparently unable to stand the sight.
âThe M.O. is not responding Drake ⦠Drake ⦠Drake!â Kraus grabbed the captain by his collar and shook him vigorously, to wake him from his trance.
âPPPRRRIIIISSSSCCCIIIILLLLAAAA!â This was the first time that Drake used the doctors name and he repeated shouting it as loud as he could, until she came storming out of the medical quarters.
âIâll have you kn ⦠Oh my!â She had caught sight of the appalling accident, and promptly approached the scene. She ordered Bruvold to help her move Croxon into the medical quarters and instructed the others to stay outside. By the time that Priscilla had locked the entrance to the M.Q., the racecraft had landed safely on the surface of Armos.
Sammy came down the ramp, almost immediately afterwards, to check on the disturbance. The S.S.T came across the green blood, stopped mid step and said, âNo ⦠no ⦠not Croxy.â Drake nodded, ending with his head down.
Would Croxy die from this? Was it already dead? Would he, Drake, have to utter the phrase of the fallen? Folders had to say it twice already. Racecraft drivers everywhere disdained having to speak it. It would mean they had just completed a funeral for a team member, having just cast the body out into the universe. He would wait to go to the surface of Armos, until he established the condition of the best life support operator and doctor he had ever met. It didnât take long, before his worst fears were confirmed.
Priscilla opened the door of the M.Q., with Bruvold beside her, and stated in a soft tone, âIriarte Croxon is dead. There was nothing I could do.â She turned back around without another word to go finish operating on Juhaen, while Bruvold stayed behind.
Drake wanted someone held responsible for this tragedy. He felt strongly that this could have been avoided. He had no choice but to bring Croxy with the landing party, so it wasnât his fault. He could blame the doctor for her late response, but Drake knew she already had a patient, the same reason Croxy was brought along, and it would not be wise to lock up their last doctor. He then thought of Uciferi, and how he dismissed himself to break, without justification. Uciferi was also the main person responsible for racecraft maintenance. This was the perfect man to pin it on.
âBruvold, go find the M.S.C., Ouldsid Uciferi and escort him to isolation,â Drake commanded darkly. âI shouldâve locked him up when he took his own break,â he added more to himself than Bruvold.
âYes,
âShields are now at eight percent, D.J.â Sammy smiled at his captain and tipped his teamâs racing cap.
âWe are going to a place called Armos, Folders says itâs great for stops. Iâm going to take the same team, except I want Croxy instead of the M.O. Sammy youâre in charge, buddy. Take her down.â Drake got up, stretched, and told himself that at least this stop wouldnât be as dreadful as the last one. He was quickly proven wrong when the landing party made their descent into the main corridor, where something horrific happened.
There was a sharp jolt, when the racecraft began its routine landing, causing a razor edged panel to come spiraling down from the top of the corridor. The panel unpredictably twisted in mid-air and embedded deep into Croxonâs skull, creating a fountain of dark, green blood that squirted and oozed out onto the deck. Iriarte fell to both knees, and then face forward, with the panel sticking out of the back of its cranium.
Drake was frozen in shock, as his long time friend lay motionless in a puddle of green excretion. Kraus ran over to the nearest intercom to call for the M.O., while Bruvold went to get a closer look. Jaws jetted to the cleansing quarters, apparently unable to stand the sight.
âThe M.O. is not responding Drake ⦠Drake ⦠Drake!â Kraus grabbed the captain by his collar and shook him vigorously, to wake him from his trance.
âPPPRRRIIIISSSSCCCIIIILLLLAAAA!â This was the first time that Drake used the doctors name and he repeated shouting it as loud as he could, until she came storming out of the medical quarters.
âIâll have you kn ⦠Oh my!â She had caught sight of the appalling accident, and promptly approached the scene. She ordered Bruvold to help her move Croxon into the medical quarters and instructed the others to stay outside. By the time that Priscilla had locked the entrance to the M.Q., the racecraft had landed safely on the surface of Armos.
Sammy came down the ramp, almost immediately afterwards, to check on the disturbance. The S.S.T came across the green blood, stopped mid step and said, âNo ⦠no ⦠not Croxy.â Drake nodded, ending with his head down.
Would Croxy die from this? Was it already dead? Would he, Drake, have to utter the phrase of the fallen? Folders had to say it twice already. Racecraft drivers everywhere disdained having to speak it. It would mean they had just completed a funeral for a team member, having just cast the body out into the universe. He would wait to go to the surface of Armos, until he established the condition of the best life support operator and doctor he had ever met. It didnât take long, before his worst fears were confirmed.
Priscilla opened the door of the M.Q., with Bruvold beside her, and stated in a soft tone, âIriarte Croxon is dead. There was nothing I could do.â She turned back around without another word to go finish operating on Juhaen, while Bruvold stayed behind.
Drake wanted someone held responsible for this tragedy. He felt strongly that this could have been avoided. He had no choice but to bring Croxy with the landing party, so it wasnât his fault. He could blame the doctor for her late response, but Drake knew she already had a patient, the same reason Croxy was brought along, and it would not be wise to lock up their last doctor. He then thought of Uciferi, and how he dismissed himself to break, without justification. Uciferi was also the main person responsible for racecraft maintenance. This was the perfect man to pin it on.
âBruvold, go find the M.S.C., Ouldsid Uciferi and escort him to isolation,â Drake commanded darkly. âI shouldâve locked him up when he took his own break,â he added more to himself than Bruvold.
âYes,
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