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Stress
A Thursday Prompt story
© 2021 by Walter Reimer
Prompt: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/44654929/ by
ipoke
“Flight, G&C.” The mouse’s voice sounded quite even, almost bored.
“Go,” the mission’s Flight Director said. The rabbit kept her own voice level.
“He’s yawing again. If he can’t get the reaction controls to steady down, we may be looking at an abort.”
“Roger that.”
“Flight, Instruments.”
“Go.”
“I’m seeing increasing stress on the hull.”
The rabbit doe suppressed the weary, exasperated sigh that threatened to disturb the decorum of the control room. This mission hadn’t gone right from the start, and it was always one minor thing after another. If it wasn’t the RCS, it was the plasma trigger; if it wasn’t the toilet, it was the fuel cells.
While it made things very interesting, she really could’ve done with a boring shift. “Capcom, Flight,” she said.
The capsule communicator, a German Shepherd, glanced up from his console. “Capcom.”
“Ask him how he’s doing.”
The canine touched their earpiece. “Silver Bird One, this is Capcom, do you read?”
“Silver Bird here,” the panther’s voice replied. There was a great deal of static. “Dealing with a few issues up here right now.”
The German Shepherd frowned. “Say again, Silver Bird, issues?”
“I said issues. RCS is firing randomly, I’m getting stress warnings all over the place, and I’ve almost lost comms twice.” There was a pause. “Shit.”
The rabbit’s ears dipped at the curse. The panther wasn’t known for swearing, and communication protocols forbade it. The Capcom asked, “Say again?”
“There’s a crack in the main window – there’s another one.”
“Are you in your suit, Silver?”
“Of course I am, not that it’ll help much. Gotta get this damned RCS under control . . . window’s cracking further now – SHIT!” The yelp from the panther was loud and panicked.
All around the rabbit doe, flight controllers went rigid at their posts, studying the onboard cameras and telemetry intently as the German Shepherd tried to contact the pilot. She struggled to focus as various remarks were directed at her.
“Cabin press zero.”
“RCS still firing randomly. Flight computer’s fighting us.”
“Stress warning, engine mounts. Nearing critical.”
Suddenly all the screens went blank, and everyone in the room fell silent.
“Ground Control, this is the Flight Director,” the rabbit said. “I’m declaring a contingency.” She swallowed. “Lock the doors.”
***
A wolf whisked aside a curtain and looked down at the panther’s disgusted face. “Not going well, I take it?” he asked.
The panther laughed humorlessly. “I’ve been blown up in this thing so many times I’ve lost track,” he growled as he started to undo his restraints. He began to crawl out of the simulator, adding, “I think the idiot designers need to be the first ones to actually fly it.”
end
A Thursday Prompt story
© 2021 by Walter Reimer
Prompt: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/44654929/ by
ipoke“Flight, G&C.” The mouse’s voice sounded quite even, almost bored.
“Go,” the mission’s Flight Director said. The rabbit kept her own voice level.
“He’s yawing again. If he can’t get the reaction controls to steady down, we may be looking at an abort.”
“Roger that.”
“Flight, Instruments.”
“Go.”
“I’m seeing increasing stress on the hull.”
The rabbit doe suppressed the weary, exasperated sigh that threatened to disturb the decorum of the control room. This mission hadn’t gone right from the start, and it was always one minor thing after another. If it wasn’t the RCS, it was the plasma trigger; if it wasn’t the toilet, it was the fuel cells.
While it made things very interesting, she really could’ve done with a boring shift. “Capcom, Flight,” she said.
The capsule communicator, a German Shepherd, glanced up from his console. “Capcom.”
“Ask him how he’s doing.”
The canine touched their earpiece. “Silver Bird One, this is Capcom, do you read?”
“Silver Bird here,” the panther’s voice replied. There was a great deal of static. “Dealing with a few issues up here right now.”
The German Shepherd frowned. “Say again, Silver Bird, issues?”
“I said issues. RCS is firing randomly, I’m getting stress warnings all over the place, and I’ve almost lost comms twice.” There was a pause. “Shit.”
The rabbit’s ears dipped at the curse. The panther wasn’t known for swearing, and communication protocols forbade it. The Capcom asked, “Say again?”
“There’s a crack in the main window – there’s another one.”
“Are you in your suit, Silver?”
“Of course I am, not that it’ll help much. Gotta get this damned RCS under control . . . window’s cracking further now – SHIT!” The yelp from the panther was loud and panicked.
All around the rabbit doe, flight controllers went rigid at their posts, studying the onboard cameras and telemetry intently as the German Shepherd tried to contact the pilot. She struggled to focus as various remarks were directed at her.
“Cabin press zero.”
“RCS still firing randomly. Flight computer’s fighting us.”
“Stress warning, engine mounts. Nearing critical.”
Suddenly all the screens went blank, and everyone in the room fell silent.
“Ground Control, this is the Flight Director,” the rabbit said. “I’m declaring a contingency.” She swallowed. “Lock the doors.”
***
A wolf whisked aside a curtain and looked down at the panther’s disgusted face. “Not going well, I take it?” he asked.
The panther laughed humorlessly. “I’ve been blown up in this thing so many times I’ve lost track,” he growled as he started to undo his restraints. He began to crawl out of the simulator, adding, “I think the idiot designers need to be the first ones to actually fly it.”
end
Category Story / General Furry Art
Species Panther
Size 120 x 92px
File Size 49.5 kB
Listed in Folders
There was an... issue with a yard foreman slacking off on construction inspection, and another with damaged emergency blow pipes where the yard foreman tried to blame it on Navy personnel. They decided that a simple solution to the problem would be to put -their- necks on the line as well as the sailors'. Shoddy workmanship became FAR less common after that...
In the early B-747, the aircraft kept losing engines. Pratt & Whitney said it wasn't their fault and told Boeing to deal with it. Boeing made another test flight and took the Pratt rep with them. After they lost the third engine, the Pratt rep told them they'd made their point and to get them on the ground - NOW.
Really good one Walt...
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Really good one Walt...
V.
The horrible thing? I've already written a story on a related subject, and I was sorely tempted to repost it: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/28449872/
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