out of the bacta tank in the medical bay of the
Challenge. He showered off and put his
uniform back on. He looked at his knee
braces, but decided against wearing them.
They were too much of a pain.
“Can I fly
looked at Pete and shook his head. “No,
you’ve got at least a few more weeks.
Don’t make me restrain you to keep you from flying…”
“Ok, Ok, I
just thought I’d ask.”
Pete’s comlink beeped. “Fleet Admiral Mitchell, How are you
well Hav, but the Doc still won’t let me fly.”
too bad, but be patient. In the
meantime, I have something to show you.
Can you swing by the Warrior’s hangar?”
“Last time I
was there, I got splattered all over the side of your ship! But, yes I can catch a ride over there”
Pete sat in
the cabin of a transport on his way to the Warrior and couldn’t stop thinking
about how awful it is to not fly at all.
The transport landed and the ramp opened up. Pete stood and walked down the ramp with a
Antiel was waiting for him. There was
no one else around.
welcoming committee than normal…”
never one for formality anyway.”
top secret anyway.” Hav lead Pete over
to the corner of the hangar which was cordoned off with temporary walls and a
you got here?”
in the large room within the hangar and couldn’t believe his eyes…