College truly did ramp up on me, and I am sorry for taking so long with the other stories. I wrote this a few months back in a few hours, and I am going to post it to see how the reaction goes. If it bodes well then I might turn it into another series.
I am nearly done with the next chapter of
Magical Essence
and am in the process of rewriting the second and third chapters of
Dade
. Let me know what you think of this story, and all the rest of my other stories.
This is a prologue and is more of a back story than anything. Thanks for the support.
Aerial Knights -- Prologue
"Testing... Testing...", the microphone whined and Chris moved it further fro m his headset. He pushed the Mini-Disc into the cockpit recorder, turning on the equalizer, and disconnecting his headset. The screen connected to his forearm read 8 hours 14 minutes 32 seconds of reserve oxygen, he sighed making an attempt to wrap his bleeding side as much as possible before he began. He looked out through the canopy at the desolate landscape, checking the outside air sensors one more time, and then began his recording.
"My name is Lieutenant Christopher Blaine from the Fifth Squadron", he grunted and struggled to keep focused, "I am recording this in order to document what has happened over the past two days, and what ultimately lead to the circumstances that I currently find myself in." He read off some basic diagnostic information into the microphone, his last positional reading from the navigational computer, and the outside landscape readings.
He pressed the fighter's statistics panel, "My life support failed nine hours ago and I jacked into my gunner's at that point. He was injured in the attack, and died during the crash." Chris attempted to sound as calm as possible, but recounting the death of his best friend for the past three years was hard. The truth was that he was torn inside. Jason for the longest time had been the closest thing that he has ever had to family. They trained together, practiced together, and were assigned as flight partners. He held back sobbing and continued on with the vocal briefing.
"As soon as I am done with this recording I will be diverting the life support power to the directional antenna beacon. The GPS computer was damaged during the crash. There is just over eight ours of life support on my suit... I hope that is enough time." He knew the truth, the only way that he would survive is if the rescue team was on route to the crash site, and they did not even know the coordinates.