OE 102
January 14th.
Irish Airspace
Where the Air Christmas had formerly hovered alone over Belfast, it suddenly found it's airspace significantly more crowded. The morning silence was shattered by the Resolution's reentry, a glowing meteorite that only barely seemed to stop before it would have plowed into the already ruined city of Belfast. Such was the speed of it's descent that the outer hull still glowed a deep red for some time after its stabilization, instead of the original metallic grey.
“Orbital drop successful! And so were my calculations.”
Dylan was sitting comfortably on the bridge of the Resolution, looking around at the rather rattled bridge crew. He didn’t seem to notice the fear on many of their faces, and leaned in to activate the intercom.
“A-Hem. All hands, we have made a successful landing in Belfast. Once engineering has ensured the drive isn’t going to explode, Director Bertram has requested I allow you shore leave. Anyone who wants to visit the ruined tourist attraction of Belfast is more than welcome to request a shuttle down. That will be all. Captain Dylan out!”
He loved the sound of that title in his mouth. Doctor had a ring to it, but Captain? Nothing could beat that. All the crew had to listen to him, and.... Oh. someone was trying to get his attention.
Katri was standing right in front of the screen, glaring directly at him.
“Doctor Couch. I need to go check on Ashley - your test pilot - to make sure that suicidal drop didn’t destroy any of her possessions.”
Dylan actually thought for a moment about that, seemingly considering allowing her... before a better idea came to mind.
“Denied. I need you to bring a message to Taskforce Upsilon. Tell them I’d like to plan a training exercise of sorts - help them keep their hand in, and see how the directory pilots are handling my Riots.”
Katri seemed to grate at this, shaking her head a few times before turning to leave the bridge. And allowing Dylan to return to his own devices.
“Now... I don’t think you need me for anything. Someone send a message to the director - I’ve found a suitable test ground for the scorpion. We’ll see how the Directory’s best and brightest can stand up to my newest creation.”
With one last order, Dylan left the bridge as well. Not everything was in place, and now he had a deadline.
January 14th.
Irish Airspace
Where the Air Christmas had formerly hovered alone over Belfast, it suddenly found it's airspace significantly more crowded. The morning silence was shattered by the Resolution's reentry, a glowing meteorite that only barely seemed to stop before it would have plowed into the already ruined city of Belfast. Such was the speed of it's descent that the outer hull still glowed a deep red for some time after its stabilization, instead of the original metallic grey.
“Orbital drop successful! And so were my calculations.”
Dylan was sitting comfortably on the bridge of the Resolution, looking around at the rather rattled bridge crew. He didn’t seem to notice the fear on many of their faces, and leaned in to activate the intercom.
“A-Hem. All hands, we have made a successful landing in Belfast. Once engineering has ensured the drive isn’t going to explode, Director Bertram has requested I allow you shore leave. Anyone who wants to visit the ruined tourist attraction of Belfast is more than welcome to request a shuttle down. That will be all. Captain Dylan out!”
He loved the sound of that title in his mouth. Doctor had a ring to it, but Captain? Nothing could beat that. All the crew had to listen to him, and.... Oh. someone was trying to get his attention.
Katri was standing right in front of the screen, glaring directly at him.
“Doctor Couch. I need to go check on Ashley - your test pilot - to make sure that suicidal drop didn’t destroy any of her possessions.”
Dylan actually thought for a moment about that, seemingly considering allowing her... before a better idea came to mind.
“Denied. I need you to bring a message to Taskforce Upsilon. Tell them I’d like to plan a training exercise of sorts - help them keep their hand in, and see how the directory pilots are handling my Riots.”
Katri seemed to grate at this, shaking her head a few times before turning to leave the bridge. And allowing Dylan to return to his own devices.
“Now... I don’t think you need me for anything. Someone send a message to the director - I’ve found a suitable test ground for the scorpion. We’ll see how the Directory’s best and brightest can stand up to my newest creation.”
With one last order, Dylan left the bridge as well. Not everything was in place, and now he had a deadline.
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