Flight Training for the Fighter Wings :: Creative Writing Short Stories Flying Essays

Flight Training for the Fighter WingsFirst Installment. The move landed at 0430 hours. Linkan, sitting in the rear of the shuttle looked bug out the cockpit window to glance out at the huge complex. The system was discharge out to Phares Star. Linkan could almost feel the power of the Emperors Hammer. As they had come in system from Setti, they had passed the SSSD Sovereign and her taskforce. He had been in the ripe(p) seat to see the huge ship. It was beautiful and emanated power from within her structure, the turbo laser batteries sticking out likes tiny pricks along her hull. As they cleared her bow, Linkan leaned prior and saw Daedalus. The place hed be living for the side by side(p) troika months. Well from what he heard, he knew this was the best place to go to learn to be a pilot. Linkan thought back to the last quaternity months. It had been a long road since he had been accepted to the TIE Corps. more or less people thought that you came straight to the platform and hopped into a fighter. Boy, was that not the case. sand on Setti, Linkan had attended the local Imperial Fighter wings school and elemental training program. Nine weeks of hell later, Linkan had graduated from basic training and had moved onto the Search and Rescue school run jointly with the Hammers Fist on Carida II. There he had been beneath the tutelage of a certain First Lieutenant Havz, a rattling forceful commander who had taught him and his class of pilots what to do in the case of censure or having to crash land your fighter. It had been a very stressful three weeks as they tested to see if he could withstand the stress of much(prenominal) operations. The last mission had been a simulated crash. Him and his partner, Dru Stavenal of Aurora Prime, were dropped off by shuttle in the middle of Caridas forest. They were to survive together for a period of 96 hours in the wild, under difficult circumstances. Dru had broken his mortise joint on the second day, and Linkan h ad to care for him during the rest of the 72 hours until they could reach the lam point. He had barely been able to carry the human the last quintette klicks to the waiting shuttle. He had passed the test with flying colors the instructor had said, promptly only if he would pass the