Post by Michael Clarke on Nov 21, 2010 16:03:05 GMT -5
"Michael. Good to see you again."
"How have you been, Fred?" Fred was an old running mate in the Air Force back on Earth. They kept in touch from time to time, making sure that both were staying out of some kind of trouble(a reference to their days in the Force).
"Very well! Managed to get my cadets to go through altitude training today. That's a feat." Altitude training was intense: the cadets were suspended in a zero g environment and expected to perform various tasks in order to hone their skills while working in a weightless place. It was mandatory for all Air Force trainees to make sure they could handle themselves outside of the artificial environs they're put in most of the time.
"So true, old friend. So true."
"You hear about Jackson?" Michael felt a chill go down his spine, the captain muttering a:
"No...no I haven't."
"Well, looks like Jackson is back to pirating again. Rolling with the Seven Heads, I do believe. Listen, Mike, before you say anything..."
"No, there's no need to say anything else."
"Mike! Don't go after him, you hear me? It's going to be nothing but trouble for you."
"Thanks, Fred. I'll talk to you later." Michael disengaged the call, sinking his hands into his face. How could everything catch up to him now?
It was time to tell her. He couldn't keep her in the dark any longer. As if the girl needed to be in any more darkness.
(Shifting to new board! Thread is titled "Light")
"How have you been, Fred?" Fred was an old running mate in the Air Force back on Earth. They kept in touch from time to time, making sure that both were staying out of some kind of trouble(a reference to their days in the Force).
"Very well! Managed to get my cadets to go through altitude training today. That's a feat." Altitude training was intense: the cadets were suspended in a zero g environment and expected to perform various tasks in order to hone their skills while working in a weightless place. It was mandatory for all Air Force trainees to make sure they could handle themselves outside of the artificial environs they're put in most of the time.
"So true, old friend. So true."
"You hear about Jackson?" Michael felt a chill go down his spine, the captain muttering a:
"No...no I haven't."
"Well, looks like Jackson is back to pirating again. Rolling with the Seven Heads, I do believe. Listen, Mike, before you say anything..."
"No, there's no need to say anything else."
"Mike! Don't go after him, you hear me? It's going to be nothing but trouble for you."
"Thanks, Fred. I'll talk to you later." Michael disengaged the call, sinking his hands into his face. How could everything catch up to him now?
It was time to tell her. He couldn't keep her in the dark any longer. As if the girl needed to be in any more darkness.
(Shifting to new board! Thread is titled "Light")
