Posted May 20, 2022, 2:06 p.m. by Civilian Lucas Elliot Holloway (Business Owner) (Jerome Davis)
HHI Chairman Lucas Holloway and CCDA Commandant General Calvin Harris settled into their seats as the already moving Executive Shuttle pulled away from the new Holloway Heavy Industries Central Construction Platform… a massive, space station-sized facility that stayed locked in a geosynchronous orbit above OED City… clearly visible with the dome now gone. The men laughed and enjoyed the view on the approach into the City Center Landing Facility which was about equidistant from both HHI Tower and the Headquarters of the CCDA. The Shuttle’s pilot had just switched on the Final Approach indicator light in the cabin when a piercing alarm klaxon sounded through the open door to the cockpit.
Both men froze, each knowing the sound immediately. “Missile Launch!” Barked the Sensor Tech as the Shuttle rolled suddenly hard to Starboard and dove nearly straight down. The pilot snapped the comm open. =A= This Holloway One… declaring an emergency…=A=
Holloway closed his eyes, fighting the sudden urge to lose his lunch in the craft that had just moments before killed the Inertial Compensator. He was thankful he had on his safety belt. Harris was not as lucky, the former pilot flying across the cabin after his belt failed… slamming first into the Port bulkhead then, as the craft snapped into a dive that would make any pilot proud, fell straight down… nearly falling through the cockpit hatch.
The pilot’s voice continued. =A= … Missile inbound! Bearing 247, mark 3 nin…=A=
A split second after the ground came into sharp view… the missile struck home.
The Shuttle was less than 300 feet off the ground when the missile slammed into its Port nacel, the entire ten seconds of drama caught by a photojournalist from FNN near the Landing Facility for a different story. She had just got the focus shot of the HHI crest on the side of the craft when the explosion shattered windows throughout the area and the flaming wreckage smashed through the front of a neighborhood grocery store two seconds later at over 300 miles per hour.
Moments later, a cacophony of screams and emergency sirens filled the air as the panic of what had just happened set in on the people of OED V. The crackling blue glow of the Cabin’s crash shields blinked out and a single limp arm in CCDA Black dropped into the smashed remains of the HHI Executive Craft cockpit.
A half mile away, a lone figure disappeared into a Transporter pattern from the roof of three story structure. The only evidence of his presence was the char marks from the shoulder launched missile on the concrete roof.
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