Helping Hands

Who: Those going plannet bound
Where: Shuttle Bay
When: Snip is all I have to say
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---- Snip ----
"Well, I don't care who gets in out of the rest, most of the guys I
want are already inside." Chris whispered back.
"We could always fly another shuttle or two, as we have a few other
good pilots here, such as Marwood and Goodes, but I'm waiting for
Amber to get here myself."
---- End Snip ----
Amber strolled into the shuttle bay, she looked different. Her hair
was braided and hung down her back under a baseball cap. She wore
sunglasses to cover up her eyes, the once deep blue now tainted with
black eyes. Her flight suit was clean and pressed, her new ranking
displayed proudly on her arm, and her long leather coat with many
pockets had been cleaned and looked after. She had lost her scruffy
edge, she looked like she did when she joined the Navigation
Department, not the person that had descended down the scruffy spiral
into despair and evil. she popped an anti-depressant into her mouth
and swallowed it after taking a gulp of water from a hip flask. She
approached the group waiting to embark on the Raven. She saluted Jay
completely blanking her father, who having lost his memory didn't talk
to her either.
"Reporting for duty Sir. Requesting permission to join the away team."
She shifted into a more relaxed position. "My mum is down there.... I
want to get her back." She had seen the broadcast and wanted to
dispense some hurt.
"Of course Amber. We were just looking for another pilot." Jay said.
"Can I take Vespidae Sir? If not then I can co-pilot the Raven." She
said formally, trying to make a good impression on her first day at
Lt. She looked over at jack and nodded to her Uncle. 'Looks like it's
going to be a happy family trip.' She thought turning her head the
other way to glare at her father. The tune her mother used to sing to
her came into her mind and tears came to her eyes, she hoped Tara was
ok.
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Who: The Hostages
Where: Wales
When: After the broadcast
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Tara was shoved into a holding cell with the rest of the hostages and
hit the floor, unable to keep herself from falling. She looked over to
Jenny who was out cold still and then over Melissa who was in the
corner staring at the floor. Baby Alota began to cry, Tara
catapillared over to the tiny bundle and did a visual check for
injuries.
"Hey there. It'll be ok little one." She said in a soft voice, unable
to touch the baby to comfort her. She began to sing the lullaby her
mother used to sing to her and the one she had sung to Amber. She
thought of her own daughter, who would now be loading onto the nearest
fighter to come and rescue her. She sighed inside and sent out a
silent wish that Amber would be safe. She loved her daughter, even if
she could be a little rash at times.
"You reckon they'll let us live?" Melissa said, looking over Jenny and
grimacing as she thought of how Dimitri had been killed.
"Of course....." Tara said with more conviction than she felt.
"Besides, Jack will be out to rescue you, and they couldn't keep my
baby girl away even if they wanted to." She thought of her husband
Phil, unsure of whether he would come because of his memory loss and
then of Xavier. The evil twin of the one who cost her her doctorate.
She had been studying at her time on Blue Dwarf and was awaiting her
exam results to decide if she was a doctor or not. It would be about
time, she did more doctorly things than Keto did. Tara sighed and
began to sing to Alota Jr again.
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