Random story time! (because i'm bored!)

“This is vessel ‘X-ray Romeo Two’ Requesting launch to intercept vessel ‘Alpha Romeo One-Eight’.”
Stated an average sized male whose face was concealed under his flight mask and helmet.

“Please state heading.” Requested an ATC.

“Two eight three.” Replied the male in the cockpit of a vessel that resembled a SR-71 blackbird.

“Take off request granted.” Stated the ATC.

The pilot took his left hand off his knee and placed it on a lever labeled ‘HOVER’ and pushed it
forward. A loud high pitched whining sound could be heard from below.

“Wheels up.” said a voice resembling a British female.

The pilot now moving his hand to a red rectangular button labeled ‘APU’ and bushed it the button
blinked for a few seconds then remained on.

“APU online” the onboard computer stated in the usual monotone voice.

The pilot flipped a grey switch labeled ‘GEAR’ now a mechanical whirring sound came from under
the vehicle. “Gear up and locked.” Stated the computer.

“One thousand.” Called out the computer.

The pilot was now moving a larger lever labeled ‘MAIN’ forward. The whining was louder. The
pilot sighed and flipped an unlabeled switch. All sound aside from the pilot’s sigh of relief had been silenced.

“Two thousand.” Called out the computer.

The pilot took off his helmet and flight mask as they weren’t really necessary he however kept his
microphone and earphones firmly on his head. Then the sound of a bullwhip being cracked made the pilot
jump. “Mach one” stated the computer blandly

“Hey, Randy turn your mic off!” Yelled the ATC

“Eh, sorry about that, Steve.” stated Randy apologetically.

Taping a button on the side of his right headphone Randy laughed for a few seconds. “Three
thousand.” the computer stated causing Randy growl.

Randy turned off the Hover engines. “Mach two.” indicated the computer.

“Four thousand.” The computer stated in a monotone British voice.

Randy peaked out the window to the ground and grinned. He liked being high. “Five thousand.”
both randy and the computer said in unison.

“Mach 3.” indicated the computer dully. Randy’s grin turned to a smile the only thing he liked
more than being high was going fast.

“Smiling hurts.” said Randy in an almost disappointed tone.

“Mach four.” Called the computer’s increasingly annoying voice.

“Mach Five.” Stated the computer as Randy groaned.

“Ten thousand.” Called the computer.

“Finally!” stated Randy excitedly flipping the switch for the SCRAM doors.

“SCRAM doors open.” Said the computer.

Randy Pushed the SCRAM throttle up.

“Mach six…Mach seven…Mach eight.” Stated the computer blandly.

Randy checked his altitude indicator “Fifteen thousand.” he said excitedly.

“Mach nine…Mach ten…Mach eleven.” The computer stated.

Randy looked at his orbit MFD “ApA is two hundred thousand.” He said growing even more
excited. Now throttling down all engines he grinned wildly. He looked at his altitude indicator “ninety eight
thousand.” stated Randy satisfied. He pushed a small green button labeled ‘Rad. Deploy’.

Now just minutes away from the apoapsis and facing prograde Randy throttled up the main
engines until PeA reached 200 thousand. Looking up to find himself under the open docking bay of the
‘mother ship’ as it were.

“Just as planned” he said chuckling to himself. He turned a knob labeled ‘RCS’ to the linear setting.
He inched the vessel upward until he could see the docking port. He then opened the nose cone via a switch.
Randy moved the vessel forward using the RCS until he made contact with the docking port. He flipped a
switch and then three metallic clangs later he opened the airlock witch was the most hideous shade of
orange.

“Now I can finally stretch my legs!” He said quite relieved.

“Welcome aboard captain, you appear dehydrated you should drink some water.” said the
onboard computer. This one was an American female.

Why are all the computers female? He thought to himself as he picked up the water and
proceeded to empty it in his mouth. “This is gonna be good!” Randy said “three whole years with absolutely
no one. And the best part is I get to shoot things into a black hole.”
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‘Mission log: 282012

This is Captain Randolph of the vessel ‘AR-18’ henceforth known as ‘Arrow’.
My mission is to scout a star in the Omega Centauri globular cluster that has an odd orbital
pattern.
Ok with formalities out of the way, the boss said I was to go to NGC 5139 or the Omega Centauri
globular cluster and observe a star that I’ve personally designated as NGC 5139 A. It appears to be orbiting a
stellar mass black hole that is orbiting the super massive black hole that is in the center of our own galaxy.’