Maverick X
by DarkJade
YEAR 2120
A Black Aero One Man Fighter Ship enters the Y67 Space Station proximity, orbiting the blackened Earth.
“MAVERICK X, WAKE FROM YOUR SLUMBER… YOU’RE HOME” speaks the on board Computer, SHEILA.
A 50 something, silver haired Fighter Pilot awakens within the cockpit…
…out his front window, Y67.
Below, the uninhabited Earth.
“Yeah… I’m awake… Maverick X checking in.”
Maverick X clicks a few colored lit up switches and buttons, then attempts to contact the Space Station.
“Y67, this is Captain Maverick X, returning from Mission 8, do you copy…”
No reply.
“Sheila can you keep trying…”
“AFFIRMATIVE… Y67, THIS IS MAVERICK X’S AERO ONE, RETURNING FROM MISSION 8, DO YOU COPY.”
Meanwhile, Maverick X rises from his leaned back seat, stiff from the 2 year slumber, and turns on a faucet which blasts out cold simulated water.
“Ahh…” he sighs.
“THERE IS NO RESPONSE MAVERICK X… SHALL I TRY TO OPEN THE LANDING DOORS, AND LAND WITHIN.”
Maverick looks confused a bit, but rubs his face, “Yeah… Bring us in.”
Maverick’s Aero One Fighter Ship enters the doors Sheila opens, and the ship lands.
Inside, to his surprise, there’s no living beings within the Flight Docks.
“Sheila, turn on Security Canons… I’m going in, but I don’t want you to let anyone near the ship, copy.”
“COPY MAVERICK X.”
Maverick X grabs a D12 Laser Canon, opens the side door to the ship, and departs the craft.
“KKKKSSSHHHHHH” makes the sound of the doors decompressing.
He steps on the floor of the Flight Docks… They seem dusty, and cold.
He turns back towards his ship, “Take care of her Sheila,” then makes his way through the Flight Docks…
…no Human form to be seen.
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