Steven Diggs Jr.
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Thruster Problems 3
“Thruster Problems 3”
“You should be dead right now. The Haruna saved you’re lucky butt,” Aiko continued to state. The Haruna sped past a large radio towed. The crimson glare from the light reflected off the cockpit’s window.
“I know,” Michio said. Traveling at three hundred miles per hour, Michio felt like he was only going five. It was a long night. One of those nights where a person reflects on what they have done and what they want to do. Should he stay with Path of the Righteous? Would it actually throw out the Aldrin Society government like it wants to do? Right now, he just wants to get home and eat some something.
Back at HQ, Aiko stomped around as she waited or the Haruna’s arrival. The base’s frail infrastructure started to rattle. The rattling started off as a small vibration, barely noticeable. However, it turned into a mini tornado. The walls shook and made the sound of a hacksaw bending. This didn’t phase Aiko one bit. Slowly, the Haruna lowered into their makeshift base.
Slender legs reinforced with a lightweight polycarbonate metal and coated with silver paint. The body encased in the same metal, has a small dome peaking out of the top. Michio’s dark black hair is thick and chunky from sweat and the heat that accumulated inside the machine.
Aiko stood just mere feet from the vessel as feet planted firmly onto the concrete below. Her wide stance with her shoulder sticking out made her rather small presence seem more powerful than it really was.
“Come on,” she said as she put her thin hand on the legs. “We got work to do.” Opening the cockpit, fumes of sweat filtered into the building. “Do you ever wash?”
“Hey, you try keeping clean in a hostile, robot environment; see how you like it,” he said as his helmet dropped into the arms of a little brown-haired little boy below.
“That was some great flying out there,” the little boy said. The long brown hair pushed behind both ears is clearly reminiscent of Michio’s haircut.
“Thanks, Pogo” Michio said winking at the kid. Wisking away to put his helmet in in a prestine case, Pogo does not take his eyes off of Michio.
“You know, that could have ended a lot worse than what it did,” Aiko said standing closer to him than anyone else. The smell of old onions does not bother the ferocious woman one bit. Trying not to roll his eyes, Michio tried not to listen. However, she was just too much for him. “You should have flown with the auxiliary boosters. They would have given you even more time to try and fix the problem.” The headset around her soft ears wiggled with each syllable of every word. What Michio knew that Aiko forgot, was that the auxiliary thrusters would only last for a few feet because they are not working properly either.
“I told you for the last week, was that the auxiliary thrusters have not been working properly. You haven’t been listening,” he said. After jumping out of the silver beast, he stood just in front of his so-called teammate.
“And like I said, it was driver error.”
