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Angel S:1E:2 "Pilot Part II" By G.M. Shephard Copyright 2012 Editied by: jeffusually kiitylover -------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------- Episode 2 Pilot Part II "The Switch" "Now close your eyes and keep them closed," I closed them and before I could react, I felt a very warm kiss on the cheek that seemed to persist for an eternity. As she pulled away, a loud hissing sound signified that the door to the chamber was closing. There was no turning back. A fainter hiss sounded that I could only conclude was her door closing as well. Other sounds began and the blackness in the back of my eyelids began to pulsate between black and a red illumination. I peaked slightly and saw my chamber bathed in red light. Fearing what could happen, I shut my eyes tightly, my heart racing as fear began to flow through my body in anticipation of what what coming. I started to feel very strange, followed by some discomfort. I clenched my fists trying to fight, fearing I was about to be struck by intense pain as my spirit was ripped from my body by this machine. Instead I suddenly felt nothing, I couldn't even feel my hands. The calm peace I felt as death nearly overtook me hours ago returned. It was as if I was floating outside my body for a split second before I felt the feeling return to my hands and the rest of my body. As I began to open my eyes a noise intensified and there was a white flash of yellow light bathing my chamber. The light was almost blinding as if I were watching nuclear explosion detonate without number 14 welder's glass shielding my eyes from the intense light. As soon as feeling returned to my body, I felt a surge passing through me as if energy was passing through every cell within my body energizing it with an exhilarating rush. I felt myself floating inside my chamber when I heard another hissing sound as though the doors were opening again. "Was it finished, did we transfer?" I was about to open my eyes, when the pressure suddenly dropped and all sounds suddenly ceased. My body suddenly started traveling downward at a high velocity as if I were being sucked out into the vacuum of space. I opened my eyes to see I was once again rapidly drifting through the the blackness of space as if I had gone full circle and returned to that final moment before I died. My arms were flailing before me in the void of space grasping at nothing. Instead of the thick gloved arms of my space suit, they were slender arms covered down to my wrists in nothing but a tight white/silvery suit. I looked up and saw the crystal ship getting smaller and smaller as I drifted away. That warm gentle kiss was her only goodbye as she left me alone where she found me. Reaching out toward the fleeting ship, I grasped unsuccessfully towards the lifeboat that rescued me as it rapidly grew smaller before a sudden flash of light erupted leaving nothing but blackness behind. She was gone, and I was alone in space, suddenly afraid. What if she never returns, what if I am stuck? As my mind started to formulate a pessimistic notion that I made a huge mistake, the very reason for my situation returned to briefly torment me. I turned my head towards Earth and saw the planet without the thick plexiglass windows of the Orbiters fouling up the view, I saw the heavens in vibrant colors and sharpness no human will ever get to see. It was the most incredible view I have ever encountered, the whole world looked as if it was alive and radiating before my eyes. What a lucky guy I was to be able to witness the creation with the eyes of an angel. ---Deliverance Interior--- "How does she look?" McCormack asked Mitri as he floated behind her chair, eyes fixated on the small bank of monitors. The large screen in the middle displayed images of the FAST Pack system as a remote camera moved along the exterior of the nuclear engines. "FAST Pack in good shape. Few minor concerns, but it is Russian built, she will work just fine," Mitri replied as McCormack manipulated the twin joysticks controlling the large robotic arm with the camera array attached to the end. The cluster consisted of a visual CCTV camera, a F.L.I.R. camera (forward looking infrared), a still camera and service lighting. In addition to the cameras, a geiger counter and other instruments were present. So far there was no detection of leaking radiation, and the cooling systems were all normal. McCormack swung the large arm mounted in the Shuttle's cargo bay around to survey the orbiter itself. "Stop!" Mitri shouted. McCormack stopped and then backed up the cameras. "There, Vernier jets L4U, L2U look damaged," The strobes fired as the still camera took several high res exposures. After a minute the images slowly came up on the screen. Mitri's analysis was correct, the two left aft jets were badly damaged and likely leaking fuel. L1U, the final jet in the redundancy cluster, was intact and could provide limited positive thrust along the x and y axis. Shephard had the ship's master schematic log out and was looking at the RCS Redundancy Management Schematic verifying how many systems they could lose and still be able to maneuver. With a red pencil he marked off the jets that would need to be shut down. The three continued to work as Collins rested, strapped to the bed in the midsection living quarters. He was badly banged up having broken several ribs as a ruptured fire extinguisher propelled itself impacting his chest. Compression tape around his midsection applied pressure keeping the bones in the rib cage from shifting too much. His left hand was also bandaged, suffering from severe frostbite after his bare hand froze to the condensation that rapidly formed on the canister. The cabin quickly flooded with CO2 that made breathing difficult for the crew until they could secure breathing apparatus and flush the CO2 out of the cabin. Once Owen was able to seal the breach from the outside, the O2 pressure eventually returned, but at a fraction of what they had before the impacts. If they could get to them, there were several emergency tanks on the FAST Pack that could extend their life. ---Learning to Fly--- We train for microgravity at the Neutral Buoyancy Lab in Houston TX. The NBL is a giant pool over 200 ft long, 100 ft wide and about 40 ft deep holding more than 6 million gallons of water. Microgravity is simulated to help us prepare for EVA walks where we have to service satellites. This forces us to work in an environment as close as possible to what one would find in orbit free from the Earth's gravity. There we work as we would on the mission, experiencing minimal buoyant forces and minimal rotational moment about one's center of mass. The downside to the simulation is water has resistance that allows for drag. In space there is no resistance and all the kicking and paddling isn't going to move you. While I was adrift and waiting to die, I was unable to turn my body into order to correct my attitude unless my MMU thrusters acted as a force to move me. Now, I was feeling as if I had returned to where I started from, again stuck adrift in space unable to move. This time however was different. I witnessed as Kaaren flew in space not dependent on any technological marvel, but upon her own free will. My modesty convinced me that If she could fly, then so will this ace pilot who had countless hours of flight time recorded. All I had to do was figure out the controls and I could add one more bird to the list of things I can fly. My mind was in a daze when I first saw Kaaren floating in space, but remember her being able to move freely in any direction. In order for her to do that, she must be able to manipulate her body or the space around her that would allow free movement. She did say this body absorbs radiation from the Sun, so its possible I would I have the ability to expel that energy in order to produce thrust. Frustrated, I tried to swear, but no sound came out as there was no air for which sound vibrations to travel across. Instead, there was nothing by an eerie silence as if I were born deaf; the only thing I could hear was the faint sound of blood pulsating through the vessels in my ears. Relaxing, I focused my complete attention toward that pale blue dot and willed my self in that direction. Suddenly I felt my body start to shift. I kept concentrating on my target as it slowly came into view. I reached toward the globe, straightening my body in the process. I was right, as I focused harder I was able to expel energy out of any part of my body allowing for a completely fluid movement in any direction. It was like the Reaction Controls System on the Shuttle that fired a series of thrusters to change the ship's YAW, Pitch, or Roll. This was better. At my disposal was unlimited fuel delivered to me by solar radiation that was created over a million years and little over eight minutes ago. With an unlimited energy source at my disposal, I could achieve what no craft in the foreseeable future could, the fluid flight dynamics that would give me the ability to create my own forces to counteract inertia. With practice, I am confident I could fly in a vacuum with the same fluidity as if I were in the atmosphere. I thanked Kaaren for this gift as I propelled myself through space unaided as freely as taking a casual walk in the park. Now that I had the basic flight mastered I need to find the Deliverance and rescue my crew. I figured I had about a day to deal with the asteroid before it reached a point in its trajectory where an Earth impact was inevitable. The Deliverance was in dire straits and needed immediate assistance. In my final communications, Megan was busy calming me down. Knowing my fate, she was smart enough to lie that they were ok. Megan, not wanting me to spend my final moments in pointless worry, chose therefore to withhold important information from me. In hindsight, I wish she had been truthful so that I would know the true condition of my bird when I made my miraculous return from the dead. Before I could dwell on the vehicle's condition, I needed to find her first, and space is an awfully big place to search. How was I going to find them in all this blackness? My eyes were sharper, capable of collecting light better than my human body was able to, but the vastness of space made this impossible. I squinted my eyes, trying to peer into darkness looking for any object that appeared out of place. After a minute of straining my new eyes, something suddenly happened. The color in my vision started fading to a mix of reds and yellows. All around me were red clouds over a black background speckled with bright yellow dots. Unsure of what was happening to my vision, I strained my eyes as if I were trying to clear a gnat that landed on my cornea. I blinked several times before my vision changed from reds and yellows to shades of purple. The sky in front of me was black with a thin band of purple haze, with an even thinner band of white in the middle. Was it possible? Oh man was she right! "What a gift, what a gift" I tried to yell in excitement, but could only hear the vibrations in my throat and they rippled through my head. This clearly was the best thing an astronomer could have. If I am right, she really knew what she was talking about. Were my eyes really seeing the infrared and radio spectrums? I wondered if I would be able to see in the entire electro magnetic spectrum of light. After a few minutes of squinting and blinking, I figured out how to switch between visible, infrared, radio and back to visible. Using my newfound vision that could detect the heat emitted by bodies that is otherwise invisible to the human eye, I scanned space until I found a speck of a hot body drifting unlike all the stationary stars. The heat from the Deliverance's nuclear reaction engines was a dead giveaway allowing my me to see my girl drifting helplessly away from the Earth. I pointed in her direction and willed my way toward her, concentrating as I began accelerating faster and faster toward the yellow glow. ---Deliverance Interior--- "How is he?" Mitri asked in his moderate Russian accent as he descended to the mid deck. Dr. McCormack was attending to Collins who was loosely strapped to the bed. McCormack was giving him a small dose of morphine to deal with the pain. McCormack replied, "He will be ok, there is no permanent damage. Any luck reaching Houston?" "Negative, I hear faint chatter, but long range antennae are damaged. We can't transmit or receive. We are stuck with no way home," The gravity of the situation was starting to hit home for them. Collins looked over their analysis of the damage and determined it was too dangerous to fire the Vernier thrusters. He instructed Mitri on shutting down the damaged thrusters, but the relays to the fuel pumps were severed and could not be shut down. Firing the rockets could instantly cause an explosion that would destroy the ship. "Might not be a bad idea if it comes down to it," Collins said, beginning to plant early seeds of quick suicide techniques into the rest of the crew's mind. Dr. Shephard chimed in, "Even if we could make the repairs, Collins can't fly in his condition and Commander Owen was the only other who could pilot the shuttle, and he is long gone," The cabin grew quiet all of a sudden. "Thought of him drifting helplessly in space by himself. Wish we could have done something to save him," Mitri shared to the group. "We are going to be there with him shortly," Collins turned his head away from his crew and continued to speak. "Face it, we are in a hopeless situation. It won't be long before we start running out of O2. Earth is doomed, and so are we. I frankly don't want to sit up here and watch the fireworks show. Might as well get it over with," Collins grabbed the crucifix around his neck and caressed it with his good hand before yanking it off with a quick tug. "How can a loving god let all this happen to His creation? You can't be real," Most of the crew had mixed feelings about religion, Collins was the most outspoken of the group about his faith, while Shephard was the polar opposite. A scientist to the core, literally, he was a geologist, brought onboard for his experience with different compositions that could cause resistance in the drilling phase of the operation. Having studied the Earth's geology, it was clear that the Earth had formed at the same time as the Sun and other planets some 4.5 billion years ago. He just couldn't accept the fact that the Earth was a mere 6,000 years old. He didn't believe in God, yet something stirred in him. He pushed his way over to Collins. Shephard gently grabbed Collins' hand that held the crucifix. "You know I don't believe in that nonsense you tote around. You and I have had many long conversations about your belief in fairy tales, but I won't let you doubt now. I don't understand why this is all happening to us, and I am in no way going to buy into it now, but I will be damned if I let you give up on what you believe now. You go ahead and talk to that god of yours," Collins kept his head turned towards his friends. McCormack came over to where Shephard and Mitri were floating. "I don't know what I really believe, but what the hell. I will take anything we can get at this point," Collins tried to sit up in bed, but the restrains were holding him down. He fumbled with the straps the held his body to the bed only to seize up as pain from his broken ribs sent messages to his brain reminding it of the fractures. "Stay in bed, don't get excited, just relax," Shephard said as he tried pushing his friend back into a resting position. "QUIET! Listen....You hear that?" Mitri said. "Hear what?" McCormack asked. The crew went silent so they could hear the distinct repeated knocking sound. "Shit, what's wrong with the ship now?" Shephard cursed, as he scrambled to the fight deck. Mitri and McCormack followed suit to where the source was coming from. As they reached the flight deck, Mitri honed in on the spot where the tapping was coming from and gave the hull a hard punch back. The tapping stopped. Silence. As suddenly as it stopped, it started again. "What the hell, there is nothing up there but the long range array and that isn't moving. There is nothing to cause that kind of a racket," Mitri was about to hit it again, when Collins yelled "STOP!" "What is..," "Quiet!" Collins yelled from his bed, cutting Mitri off in mid sentence. This wasn't some random tapping, there was a pattern. It was strangely familiar. As a pilot he knew what he was hearing. There was a series of long and short sounds. He concentrated and listened with a whole new set of hears waiting for the pattern to repeat.... "This is your captain speaking, prepare ship for orbital insertion. Fasten your seat belts and keep your hands and arms inside the Orbiter at all times," His face lit up and yelled "YES!" as loud as he could. The rest of the crew looked at him all strange. "You ok there down there?" "No, no, I'm all right. We are all right. It's Commander Owen. He's outside tapping in morse code. He's alive," The skeptic of the bunch chimed in first. "That's impossible, there is no way his MMU can get him back to us. We saw him jettisoned from the spacecraft, his escape velocity was too fast, for a return. Face it, he's dead," Mitri asked, "What did tapping say," Collins repeated the message to the crew. "I call crap, it's the motor on the antennae array that is suddenly moving and causing the knocking sound. Doc, ease up on that Morphine you are giving him," Shephard said with his continuing doubt. "No, I am a former Naval Aviator, we didn't get our wings unless we had that shit down. It's a little like learning hand signals to get your driver's license, but we had to know it. Trust me, I'm not hearing things," Just then, the radio sparked to life and chatter from the ground they never thought they would hear again, started pouring out of the speakers. Houston was back online. ---Deliverance Exterior--- The Deliverance was getting closer and closer. Should arrive in about 30 seconds. Kaaren was correct that surviving in a vacuum was possible, but I have been experiencing a slowly increasing need to breathe. I assume this body still requires oxygen as does all other carbon based lifeforms..,"assuming this body was made of carbon and not silicone," I thought before catching a glimpse of Kaaren's breasts hovering below my field of vision and quickly erased the idea from my mind. It had been about 15 minutes since I had left the ship and I was nowhere close to feeling that terrible sensation of suffocation. I began slowing down to the point of a slow drift approaching the rear of the Deliverance's aft starboard nuclear engine. The whole craft was a genius work of technology, all built within two and a half years. By sheer luck, the asteroid was detected while it was still far away, giving us several years to build the technology to go after it. The engines were part of a sled that docked to the Modified Atlantis Orbiter. The Obiter was heavily modified to descend to the surface of the asteroid where the ground team would deploy the nuclear devices. In addition to the top bay doors, a second set of doors were added to the bottom of the craft, like bomb bay doors that allowed rapid access to the vehicle. Once the Deliverance returned to Earth, the modified orbiter would disengage once again from the FAST Pack where it would re-enter the atmosphere and land in Florida, or Edwards Air Force Base like any normal shuttle landing. Still learning to control my vision, I scanned the engines to make sure they were intact. Thermal didn't pick up any heat escaping although the FAST Pack unit did have some damage to its lower aft starboard side. It would be unsafe to fire the engines up but if I were as strong as Kaaren said and I could control my flight, there would be no reason to ignite the engines. I scanned the rest of the craft. The RCS system was badly damaged. Many of the thrusters were beyond use and leaking. There is no way this ship could turn around on it's own power, but with a little luck, I could become the ship's new RCS system that could correct the vehicle's orientation. All these observations were slightly irrelevant, but a commander has to know his girl. There was one thing I needed to check that was relevant. I moved toward the bottom of the orbiter and began scanning the delicate ceramic tiles that made up the orbiter's Thermal Protection system. Throughout the fuselage, the Atlantis portion of the Deliverance had up to seven different types of material used as part of the TPS that were strategically placed depending on where the vehicle would encounter varying temperatures during re-entry. I made several passes checking each and every tile for the slightest fracture. If any of them were damaged, heat from the friction during re-entry would enter into the vehicle and destroy it. Amazingly, everything was intact. It seams as if the majority of the damage was done to the starboard side top side, with little to no damage to the lower part of the vehicle. All in all she seemed worthy enough to make a controlled descent. Now to get in touch with the crew. If I were to rescue them, communication with my crew was unavoidable. Collins, if still alive and remotely able to fly, would need to control the descent once inside the atmosphere. My confidence in my newfound abilities was limited as I had yet to fly within the atmosphere, let alone trying to lift anything heavy while in mid flight. At best, I could guide them in making adjustments and slowing their descent rate, reducing the friction caused during re- entry. An alternative would have been a link up with MIR, but on close inspection the docking collar appeared damaged, preventing a proper seal between the two. It would be impossible for them to safely mate with the Russian space station. At this point, the only way to return the crew safely would be guiding the vehicle back home. I was getting ahead of myself and decided to focus on inserting them into a stable orbit; then I could take my time and eliminate the threat to the planet. I made my way to the top bay doors and I paused. The doors were open, allowing me free access to the airlock. For the first time since the change, my female form came to my full attention. I had been so excited seeing the world through my new eyes, flying unaided in the emptiness of space and saving the day, that I hadn't stopped to take in my new body. Not only was I a knockout blond bombshell with an amazing figure, I was also a goddess...Literally. A decision would have to be made right here and now. Was I willing to openly let the world know about me, or should I remain anonymous, keeping myself hidden. If the latter, how could I remain hidden, while communicating with my crew. For the first time, my hands ran up and down the sides of my body feeling the new curvy shape that it had to offer. A feeling of insecurity ran through me and I was deathly afraid of letting my friends see me in this figure. Still, I needed to talk to them and maneuver them to safety. In the cargo bay was an O2 tank. Flying over to it I stopped and twisted the valve and felt for a stream of escaping gas. There was enough pressure to indicate I could get a fresh lung of O2. After securing my lips around the valve of the tank, I exhaled the stale air out of my lungs, making room for new oxygen. My fingers gently opened the valve, letting the precious oxygen flow into my lungs. It seemed as if I inhaled for a minute before I could no longer draw in anymore. With lungs slightly smaller than my human counterparts, they nevertheless seemed more than capable of storing compressed air the same as the tank I just drew from. I could easily go for another forty five plus minutes, plenty of time to do what I needed. 'How am I going to pull this off,' I thought to myself as I flew over to the port side near the mid deck of the shuttle. I adjusted my vision again and sure enough I could see four faint bodies, most of their heat signature shielded by the Thermal Protection System. One was lying down, while the others were floating around nearby. Two of the crew moved toward the third. The faint silhouette was a bit shorter than the others. It was McCormack. For astronauts, there was a hight limitation of 5-8, so none of us were radically tall, but Megan, being a woman, had a somewhat smaller frame, and her shape was clearly distinct now that I was looking for her. They gathered around, and I knew immediately in light of their situation what they were up to. If I had them pegged right, Collins was likely holding a prayer vigil, much to Shephard's resistance, praying for deliverance while the others went along with it. I laughed to myself imagining him rolling his eyes as Collins led the team in prayer as he always did. I didn't mind nor did most of the crew. I was a churchgoing man myself going all of twice a year. Beside my sudden spurts of religion during Christmas and Easter, my heart wasn't too into it. Sure I believed, but if you asked me why, it was likely because of the home that I was raised in. I shook my head driving the thoughts about our place in life out so that I could think of a plan that would bring salvation to my crew. These thoughts about religion did give me an idea, 'Why not play off of that?' I thought. After all, I mistook Kaaren for an angel when I first met her. It would be impossible for me to still be alive and all would think I was long since dead. I could make them think, having crossed over, I sent some angelic being to rescue them in my place. If I stayed out of sight, I could complete my tasks, and fly away leaving them to think it was a miracle from above. It wasn't far from the truth and beat being seen in this body. Still I needed to communicate with them, and just how I would do that still escaped me. Shouting was a useless venture and Kaaren's, supposed psychic ability was beyond me. I was still trying to learn other abilities, let alone communicating through mere thought. All this fancy communications technology and I was suddenly in the stone age without a way to- 'Thats it!' I thought. Man this was going to be crazy, but it would work. The sound of my increased pulse sent sound vibrations though my body that my ears were able to detect. What I was about to do made me nervous as hell and my heart started racing as I shifted positions preparing to make my announcement. Flight was getting easier. I moved to the top of the obiter near the long range array. I grabbed hold to stabilize me. Hopefully that was Collins and he was still alive, he would be the one person that would be able to talk to me. I couldn't talk with my voice, but if I were to hit the hull, the vibrations would reverberate through the atmosphere inside. I began tapping on the hull in morse code. I watched the body heat below. Nothing. I kept repeating the same message over and over sure enough drawing movement from the crowd. The figure lying down sat up. After a short time, one of the others started making their way to the flight deck, followed by the rest. The noise was drawing their attention. I could see the four shapes clearly through the top side of the vehicle where there was less thermal protection. The whole crew was gathered below me now. Now that I got their attention, lets give them something to get excited about. Thinking of my message for for a second, I laughed at the idea that came to mind. My wit was always enjoyed, and deep down I wanted them to know I was with them. My small slender hand began tapping... "This is your captain speaking, prepare ship for orbital insertion. Fasten your seat belts and keep your hands and arms inside the Orbiter at all times" I repeated the message several times before noticing several wires were severed preventing the long range array from communicating. Taking one wire in my hand, I used my fingernails as a wire stripper to remove some of the insulation around the ground wire as I continued to watch them below. Twisting the bare wire together to restore current flow, I repeated the same process on the lead wire being careful to keep the two bare wires from touching. The work was crude, but I knew without a doubt they were back in contact with the ground. ---Deliverance Interior--- "Houston, this is Deliverance, do you copy, repeat, this is Deliverance, do you copy?", McCormack shouted into the headset with great excitement. "Deliverance, Houston, we read you. Glad to hear you are still with us. What is your status?" Flight Thompson replied through the radio. Shephard took over. "Houston, Shephard here, we lost three of our crew including Commander Owen. Collins is injured but will be ok. Mitri, McCormack, and myself are all that is left. We lost Pendleton on the Icarus and Yeltsov was killed by debris that punctured our hull. RCS is disabled, we are in bad shape and won't be making it home for dinner," "Roger Deliverance, we copy. We are working on a plan-" McCormack interrupted. "Houston, McCormack here, a few minutes ago, we received word from Commander Owen. He is still EVA and just messaged us," Shephard cut her off. "Houston, disregard that last transmission. Commander Owen went EVA over 12 hours ago and was ejected away from the orbiter. He is dead and if alive return to the vehicle is not possible. We did hear some tapping sounds, Collins claims it is Owen communicating in morse code. He's a little drugged up right now, so he's likely hearing things." Shephard continued to explain the details of the message followed by his rational skepticism that Owen was still alive. Collins spoke up in his defense. "I am not hallucinating, I know morse code when I hear it, it's the Commander," "Thank you Collins, that will be enough," Shephard interrupted again while McCormack pled over the radio to not listen to Shephard. "Deliverance, stand by, over," A minute of silence passed between the two. In that time words were exchanged between the irritated crew and tempers were flaring as the hopeful faced off against the hopless. "We have no hope" Shephard started to say, "Even if Owen is out there, there is nothing he can do to save us and the Earth. I am not going to let you give false hope to everyone down there. Collins, I said for you to believe what you want, but keep that silly belief of yours to yourself," In a fit of anger, McCormack left the deck and went below. "Deliverance, Houston again, can you still hear the tapping?" "Affirmative Houston, tapping continues," Mitri said, taking over for McCormack. "Deliverance, request audio feed of the sound you are hearing. I have Commander Davis here listening," Mitri held the mic up to the source of the knocking and held it there for about a minute before putting the headset back on. "Houston, what do you make of it?" "Deliverance, Davis here, the tapping is genuine, I repeat it is genuine. Collins is correct. Message repeats..,"Please reply if you understand, what is orbiter status? What is crew status?" "Houston, that is impossible, Owen, can not be alive-" Before Shephard could speak any more, Flight interrupted. "Shephard, stand down. Collins, please reply to our mystery guest," To Be Continued....Episode 3 "Pilot Part III" Please send feedback, questions, editorial mistakes or comments to: [email protected] Join me on facebook: [email protected]