Tuesday, February 28, 2006

Mission Accomplished

I looked up from the terminal showing my email and my heart swelled with pride when I saw the Queen’s message play on the monitors in the landing bay. I will have to answer all of my fan mail later (if you have any for me, feel free to send it right away, though).

With the apprehension of Gervais Baltizar, my team disbanded to go to their home units with commendations for the successful mission. I rode in the Sulaco back to planet Lejeune, home of the USCM’s headquarters and the office of General Puller. After the combat ship slid into orbit, Corporal Ferro and I prepared to drop to the surface in her UD-4L Cheyenne.

The place I normally want to be on these things is in the APC in the back, but for this drop, I am sitting in the copilot’s seat above and behind her.

“You sure you want me here?” I ask. “I sure don’t want to get in your way or anything.”

Ferro turned her head to look at me. I could see the words “Fly the friendly skies” scrawled on her helmet.

“Don’t worry about it, Hudson,” she smiled. “Just stay in your seat and enjoy the ride.”

“I mean, I just don’t wanna, you know…” I gulp.

“Hang on, we’re going for a ride,” she smirked. “Stand by to initiate release sequencer. On my mark. Five. Four. Three. Two. One. Mark.”

The bay doors of the Sulaco opened and the dropping claw released its cargo. With a metallic clang, the dropship fell away and towards the atmosphere.

“Wooooooooah!” I yelped. Hitting the atmosphere in these things is never, ever pleasant.

“We’re in the pipe, five by five,” Ferro beamed. The ship continued to rumble and shake as it pounded into the atmosphere.

“Wha-wha-uh-aht does that mean?” I asked as my heart bounced around in my ribcage.

“It means were in the pipe,” Ferro smirked. “And we’re five by five.”

“Iiiiiiiii-nggggggknow that,” I gritted my teeth. “Wha-uh-ah-uh-at is it?”

I think she rolled her eyes. “It means what it means,” she answered with a smile.

The dropship sliced through the sky and the bouncing ceased. Ferro delightedly made the small adjustments to aim her craft to the landing strip. As we drew towards it, she eased off the thrust and brought it to a hover, then dropped it onto its landing skids, right in the middle of the designated landing circle.

I exhaled deeply and unsnapped my restraints. Ferro looked back at me and smiled.

“Going to see the General, huh?”

“Yes I am,” I replied.

“Look sharp,” she advised. “Stay frosty.”

“You know it,” I answered.

I walked down the landing ramp and headed towards the General’s office.


Master Yoda said...

A fan letter Kenobi sent you. But one of the people on Stargate SG-1 he thought you was. So ignore it you can.

Anonymous said...

I hate flying ... But seems like you are quite use to it

Wedge Antillies said...

That is quite an entrance. Maybe you will get a medal for your hard work?

JawaJuice said...

All that...? Just to see the general?

Oh, and while your at it, pick me up a frosty too.

Jean-Luc Picard said...

Enjoy your chat with the General!

Professor Xavier said...

Now that was an expression that I never quite understood - "stay frosty." How does being ice cold possibly help you be more alert and proficient in hazardous situations?

flu said...

I've never heard the "stay frosty" before.

I wish I had a mug like that.

Jon the Intergalactic Gladiator said...

A frosty mug would be nice.

Private Hudson said...

Wedge, a medal would be awesome. I know where to put it, too. On my chest!

You other guys, knock it off. Stay frosty means to stay alert or keep it cool. It's not a frosty ice cream desert or a frosty mug. I don't go around ---

Hey, a Frosty ice cream does sound good right about now.