{"id":62,"date":"2009-03-11T19:30:04","date_gmt":"2009-03-11T23:30:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.auroraforce.org\/blog\/?p=62"},"modified":"2009-03-13T12:45:14","modified_gmt":"2009-03-13T16:45:14","slug":"vong-war-annals-returns-part-one-3112009","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.auroraforce.org\/blog\/?p=62","title":{"rendered":"Vong War Annals – “Returns (part one)” 3.11.2009"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cGeneral?\u00a0 Colonel Bridger needs you in ops.\u201d
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Tag straightened, stacking a pile of papers against her knee and depositing them on the corner of the desk as she turned, glancing toward the technician standing in the doorway.\u00a0 \u201cRight away?\u201d
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cASAP, ma\u2019am.\u201d
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Tag nodded, flicking stray strands of hair out of her face.\u00a0 \u201cI\u2019ll be there in two.\u00a0 Let him know.\u201d
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The technician saluted and disappeared.
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Wonder what\u2019s exploded now.<\/em>\u00a0 She scrubbed a hand over her face and stacked up another pile of blank pages, leaving them on the desk before she straightened her jacket and headed out into operations.\u00a0 Nylan was leaning against a console, a communications headset firmly planted on his head.\u00a0 He gestured for her to come over, picking up another headset.
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cI think we\u2019ve got two more to add to your list.\u201d
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Huh?<\/em>\u00a0 Tag rubbed at her temple, taking the headset.\u00a0 \u201cWhat\u2019s up?\u201d
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Nylan gestured to the console.\u00a0 \u201cJust put your headset on.\u00a0 More of the family\u2019s come home, so to speak.\u201d
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 You\u2019re working overtime, Nylan.<\/em>\u00a0 She stared at him as she put on the headset.\u00a0 \u201cNylan, get some sleep, would you?\u00a0 You\u2019re not making any sense.\u201d\u00a0 Tag slid into the chair at the console, punching a few controls.\u00a0 As her eyes focused on the screens, she smiled slightly as it slowly started to make sense.\u00a0 Amanda Lance\u2019s ship.
\n<\/em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cMiss Lance.\u00a0 Hasn\u2019t been that long, has it?\u201d
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The voice at the other end of the comm laughed weakly.\u00a0 \u201cGuess not.\u00a0 Are you the one we\u2019re supposed to talk to about coming back?\u201d
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cSeems so.\u00a0 Has Wayfarer cleared you to land?\u201d
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cWe\u2019re waiting on them to give us clearance, still.\u201d
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Odd.\u00a0 They should\u2019ve been cleared by now.\u00a0 I wonder if half the crews up there are still hungover.<\/em>\u00a0 \u201cWell, we\u2019ll take care of that down here at our end.\u00a0 Sit tight for a few minutes more.\u00a0 You can meet me in ops after you land.\u201d
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cRoger that.\u00a0 Anything else we should know?\u201d
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Thunder growled outside.\u00a0 Tag had to smile.\u00a0 \u201cOther than that we\u2019re buried under a storm front?\u00a0 Not really.\u00a0 Stand by, Wayfarer should have your landing pattern sorted out soon enough.\u201d\u00a0 Tag glanced at the technician seated at the next console for confirmation.\u00a0 The young man nodded at her and flashed a thumbs up.\u00a0 Tag nodded back.\u00a0 \u201cWe\u2019ll see you soon, Amanda.\u201d
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cWe\u2019re looking forward to it.\u201d\u00a0 There was an oofing sound in the background.\u00a0 Tag smiled.
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Troubles in paradise already.\u00a0 This ought to be good.<\/em><\/p>\n

~ Erin<\/p>\n

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