Spike's Domain

Tom sat looking through one of the small portholes of a window that that were spread along that side of the hall in which his squadren sat and watched as a interceptor began to prutrude from from a hanger on the opposite side of the station and float out into the vacum of space before it shot off in to the distace with engines lighting up the rear end of the small ship.
"Tom..Tom!" a voice called out behind him Tom turned round to see watkins had sat down next to him and pointed to the front of the hall were the fleet commander stood behind a steel lecturn and began to speak
"First of all I'd like to congratulate you all on becoming fully qulifide fighter pilots and I know you haven't been quilifide for very long but we have an incomming fleet of 2000 ships so you will have to go into battle in" He turned round a looked at the clock on the wall behind him. "4 ticks time? You'll will be in fleet three with our squdren of war frigets and you will be defending around the northen hemishere around this station. Your main objective will be to attack the spiders as scans show there should be 400 attacking spiders your secondry targets will be the phoenix's we have a second squdren that should be taking care of them but you might be needed? Right any questions?" Everyone looked around at each other know the one question they all wanted answered and watkins took it apon hm self to ask it.
"Is there any battle ships in the attakcing fleet?" The fleet commander took a worring pause
"Er yes? But Phodus Prime is sending reinfocements and they do have destroyers although we don't know at this time if they are sending them." Everyone again looked around at each other and a mumble of voices filled the room briefly.
"One last thing you will all need to be in hanger eight at 1500 hours? Right dissmissed." He suluted the squdren and walked out of the door at the back of the room. Tom turned to Watkins and looked at him with with a worried look on his face
"Shit watkins four ticks? are they alowed to do that we only passed the flight test a week ago?" Watkins leaned back in his chair and streched his arms
" It looks like it."
"Aren't you worried I mean were no way near ready for real combat yet."
"You might not be but I'm totally confident that I am." Tom , with Watkins, smiled gave a small chuckle and replied
"That's what you said when we were kids back home just before you fell out of the tree and smached your pelvis." Watkins put his hand reashuringly on toms shulder
"Come on man lets go to the bar and get a drink before we go." The two got up a squeezed past the two people sitting next to them and walked out of the gray automatic doors the fleet commander had walked through.
Tom walked up to a set doors and peared throught the glass in to the dark oversized hanger on the other side before placing his I.D. card in to the slot next to the door and punching in his I.D. number. The doors spread apart and the pungent lingering smell of spent eonium that seemed to fill hangers passed over him and he walked in. The sound of interceptors starting up and engerneers fixing spiders tore though his ear drums as he quickly wandered though in to the locker room at the back of the hanger and began to changed into his flight suite which only realy amounted to some blue overalls and his helmet. Once he got this on he left the locker room and jogged over to his interceptor and began to do his safety cheaks. Tom had always wanted to be an interceptor pilot ever since his farther took him on a day trip to one of the space platforms that orbit the planet and he saw one take off from a hanger and go into hyper space. This was his dream but he couldn't help but feel a some what underwhelmed maybe the fact that this could be his last flight ever had just hit home or maybe this isn't what he should be doing and he should be behind a desk some were on the serface taping away at a computer. Either way his planet needed him and the rest of the military to defend them against this attacker so he climbed up the ladder and hauled himself in to his childhood dream, connected him self up to the oxygen supply and waited for the signal to go as he watched the other pilots fly out through the force field at the mouth of the hanger and float out in to emptyness outside. Tom heard the muffled voice through his helmet asking him to lauch so he wheeled his ship in to position and fired the eonium powered engines which through him out of the hanger and in to space.
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