(open) flight of the concord

[aithinkthereforeaiam]

Date & Time: 1200 Island Standard Time
Location: Exsilium, Warehouse 13
Characters: All boarders and pilots and staff listed here, and everyone else to come and see!
Summary: The space shuttle has finally been fully restored, and now the Initiative has cleared it for a practice flight out past the exosphere. The flight is a success, thus guaranteeing future goals brought around by the Transports rewriting history to reshape the present.
Warnings: None at the moment. Space excitement!

There's a sense of excitement almost strong enough to taste for people waiting past the safe-line, watching for the space shuttle liberated by accidental chance from the United Earth. She's been refitted and reworked by countless hours of labor intense love from Transports and Initiative members alike, and today, she's finally ready to reclaim the skies.

With the flight path chosen, and the cloud patterns promising no heavy rain or turbulance in the lowest level of the atmosphere, or the one right above, everyone is relatively confident this will go well.

And if it doesn't... they'll deal with the fallout.

Yet today is not a day to mourn failures. Today will be a day of success -- and to each person strapped in on the space shuttle herself, it will be a flight into the skies to remember. For the four hours the crew will stay in rotation with the Earth from beyond her exosphere, memories will be made, champagne knock-offs will be had back on Exsilium, and absolutely no potty breaks will happen up in the skies.

Let's ammend that earlier statement: there is one failure. That failure is the sonic toilet, but in the face of every other challenge, to only have the toilets break down is nigh on miraculous!

Comments

[2leftfeet]

[She makes a low noise in the back of her throat. On the one hand, she can understand the lack of appeal. On the other--] They're not all bad.

[pilot]

You can save the speech. I've flown with enough of them to know I hate flying with them.

[2leftfeet]

[She's starting to think all pilots must be part drama queen - like it's required, along with decent vision and a sense for multitasking.]

No speech. [Shepard snorts, mouth twitching at the corner. Yeah, that's a bit of a grin there.] I'm not really good at them.

[pilot]

[ p much. ]

More reason to like you. How's it looking back there?

[ he means how competent do the rest look. ]

[2leftfeet]

[She throws a long glance over her shoulder. Eeeh, it could be better. But they're hardly a skeleton crew, so theoretically there's some benefit to having extra bodies around.]

If you're not counting the civvies looking ready to upchuck-- not bad.

[pilot]

Good enough for me. Everyone better strap themselves in, I am not responsible for what happens.

[2leftfeet]

I'll see what I can do. [She gives the back of the pilot's seat an easy pat.] Good luck. [--and then pushes off, heading back into the belly of the ship to appropriately bark at anyone still standing up.]