DoctorHelix

THUNK "What was that?!" Screamed one of the green privates in the back. "Just some flak, keep your pants on." drawled the pilot, gazing steadily at his gauges and controls through his dark glazed visor. His flight jacket slung over the back of his chair and his harness unbuckled, it was clear the man had done this a hundred times. He radiated coolness. ...was that the godsdamn primary buffer panel?! Did that thing just fall off my bird?! He let go of his controls, and noted the sticks banked to the left without any pressure applied to them. In fact, they banked rather quickly and the craft jolted again before he could get his hands on the