The turbulence had risen through the storm clouds, Maggie leaning against the prisoner transport bench as the shuttle tried to break free of the cosmic squall that had enveloped it. "Oi, where'd you lot learn ta fly?" She spat, watching the two pilots as they struggled to maintain control of the ship. "They so bored with me they sent the kids instead?"
"Quiet, prisoner!" The co-pilot barked without turning his head. Good. He didn't see that the woman had slipped her ankle lock during the last bump, the energy battering their ship sapping secondary power. She stayed quiet as they focused on the purple swell filling the viewscreen, before another heavy jolt rent the hull. Maggie flew forward, crashing chest first into the co-pilot's seat before taking her chance to slip her manacles over his head and PULL.
"Ghak!"
Alarms and sparks filled the cabin, the pilot struggling to split his attention between their prisoner and the fact that his telemetry had just been wiped, his engines had gone down, and the cabin pressure had been compromised. "You fucking psycho! You'll get us all killed!" He screamed, slamming the controls downwards and aiming for the only celestial body in view. A blue-green planet surrounded by clouds and atmosphere. Lovely, really, until the ship pitched and rolled crazily, Maggie and the pilot wrestling with each other as they were thrown about the cockpit.
Her elbow went viciously into the man's neck, crushing his windpipe and causing him to grasp for his throat. The woman pinning him down against the wall forgotten until the ship lurched again, throwing her off as he gasped, vision fading as the lack of proper aspiration and the leaking oxygen slowly forced him to his knees. Maggie winced as she was tossed into the airlock, clouds and squawking wildlife zipped past the rotating viewscreen. "This waka better be able to take it!" She screamed to herself, kicking the jammed flight wheel with her boot as the thing snapped off with a plastic crunch. With the controls disabled, the emergency stabilizers activated, the void of space too empty to be used as a means of descent arresting. Her eyes widened as the ship dropped straight downwards, at least not rotating anymore. She tripped over the body of the pilot, grasping for the emergency void-breathers stored next to the airlock, remembering to grab the manual release and break the door seal.
They still hit hard enough for her to lose consciousness for a second or two, the massive splash of water instantly dousing the flaming trail of the ship.
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"Oi. You see that, right? Look, halfway across the coast, near the Marlowe coast. Ship just splashed down." An old man pointed, one hand holding a spyglass and the other pointing towards a plume of smoke. "That's good salvage right there...and it doesn't look like a Skylander ship, so it's fair game! Eee hee hee! Get the sail down, my boy!"
"Quiet, prisoner!" The co-pilot barked without turning his head. Good. He didn't see that the woman had slipped her ankle lock during the last bump, the energy battering their ship sapping secondary power. She stayed quiet as they focused on the purple swell filling the viewscreen, before another heavy jolt rent the hull. Maggie flew forward, crashing chest first into the co-pilot's seat before taking her chance to slip her manacles over his head and PULL.
"Ghak!"
Alarms and sparks filled the cabin, the pilot struggling to split his attention between their prisoner and the fact that his telemetry had just been wiped, his engines had gone down, and the cabin pressure had been compromised. "You fucking psycho! You'll get us all killed!" He screamed, slamming the controls downwards and aiming for the only celestial body in view. A blue-green planet surrounded by clouds and atmosphere. Lovely, really, until the ship pitched and rolled crazily, Maggie and the pilot wrestling with each other as they were thrown about the cockpit.
Her elbow went viciously into the man's neck, crushing his windpipe and causing him to grasp for his throat. The woman pinning him down against the wall forgotten until the ship lurched again, throwing her off as he gasped, vision fading as the lack of proper aspiration and the leaking oxygen slowly forced him to his knees. Maggie winced as she was tossed into the airlock, clouds and squawking wildlife zipped past the rotating viewscreen. "This waka better be able to take it!" She screamed to herself, kicking the jammed flight wheel with her boot as the thing snapped off with a plastic crunch. With the controls disabled, the emergency stabilizers activated, the void of space too empty to be used as a means of descent arresting. Her eyes widened as the ship dropped straight downwards, at least not rotating anymore. She tripped over the body of the pilot, grasping for the emergency void-breathers stored next to the airlock, remembering to grab the manual release and break the door seal.
They still hit hard enough for her to lose consciousness for a second or two, the massive splash of water instantly dousing the flaming trail of the ship.
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"Oi. You see that, right? Look, halfway across the coast, near the Marlowe coast. Ship just splashed down." An old man pointed, one hand holding a spyglass and the other pointing towards a plume of smoke. "That's good salvage right there...and it doesn't look like a Skylander ship, so it's fair game! Eee hee hee! Get the sail down, my boy!"