Freebirth Scum 1

>Something went drop with the hyper jump.  This much was quite apparent.

>Instead of being strapped into the Chimeisho class jumpship, you were on the ground of an unfamiliar planet.

"Well ain't this fucking great.  Command is going to have our asses." You said to yourself.

>At this point, you are more pissed off than anything else.  It was supposed to be your first real mission after training and now it has all gone to hell.

"Okay anon, you have no idea where you are and you are separated from your ship."

>Talking to yourself has always been helpful.  It calmed you down.  Of course you got shit for it in training, but your battle prowess shut up most of the jokesters.

"Step one, establish ground communications."

>The harsh training you received at initial training camp start flooding your mind.

>Your hands move effortlessly toward the control panel above you.  With a few switches flipped, you try to turn on your radio.

>From the back of your mind, a familiar voice floats into your ears.

>'False start, labor boy'

>Oh fuck.  Even though you have been out of training for a month that god damn instructor's stupid words come to you as if he was right next to you.

>And the worst thing is he was right.  How the fuck can you turn on the radio without any power.

>Maybe you actually were a bit frightened.

"Don't lose your fucking edge anon.  Get it together and start the damn engine." You say to yourself sternly.

>Your own words to the trick.  Flipping the right switches and knobs this time, the sound of the engine starts to envelope the cabin.

>You loved this part.  Any bad day could be fixed by hearing its purr-like noise.

>A low rumbling causes the hair to stand up of the back of your neck.

>Your mind goes blank.  Eyes closed. Vibrations spread throughout your body.

>A hint of exhaust wafts into your nose that burns in such a good way.

>The mechanical beast of human ingenuity and progress sparks to life.

>The sound of the engine lowered and the vibrations lessened as it started to idle.

>There was but one thing left which always was the icing on the cake of the startup.

>A female voice, as soft silk,  radiates from the control computer.

[spoiler]Reactor online.  Sensors Online. Weapons online.  All Systems nominal.[/spoiler]

You open your eyes, but this time supporting a wide grin.  

"Now let's get to wo-."

>You cut yourself off.  For the first time you actually look through the cockpit towards the outside.

>Your heart would have skipped a beat if it didn't sink first.

"What.  The.  Fuck."