Athena Lee Chronicles 0: The Lost Pilot Read Online Free PDF
Author: T S Paul
plenty of air. But his body started to shake uncontrollably as he started to convulse. Several of the others were now helping as we tried to hold him still. I was looking into his wide eyes when they grew pale as the 'light' went out of them. My brother was dead. We floated in space holding the body of our brother and teammate for the next two hours.
The medico's that examined Anthony later concluded that his death was a tragic accident brought on by the haste of the emergency. Anthony had not followed the set procedure for putting on this suit. He had put the under layers on wrong. He must have gotten confused and put the sensor suit on first, followed by the cool suit. The cool suit registered as cold air to the sensor suit. So the sensors had kept increasing the internal temperature inside the suit to compensate. Anthony died of heat stroke in the icy depths of space.
Anthony's death gave all of us perspective and we all vowed to do better and to learn everything that the Program wanted to teach us. From that point on, our team would forever strive to be the best in honor of our brother Anthony 0257. But our challenges only grew harder and in time we lost more of our brothers to accidents.
Chapter 6
I deliberately took the shuttle in past the shipyard, taking a long look at the five shells floating shells floated in the work bays. These five would be the last colony ships is what we'd been told. Earth was not completely under the authority of the United Nations Assembly. Over the last year, military forces led by many of my 'cadet,' brothers had swept the battlefields free of rebel forces. Much of what had once been the United States and the Russian Federation was in ruins. My squadron, the 186th, had spearheaded the assault on Washington, DC. In our X-50 fighters we had easily taken out the American resistance starfighters. I was an 'ace' several times over by the old standards of battle. We shot down three squadrons of US Air force Starfuries to prevent the American President from escaping by air. We also destroyed the Washington DC Spaceport. My performance on the battlefield led to my being given a choice of future assignments: Colony ship duty or combat patrol leader.
With America's air power destroyed all that was left was mopping up. The rebel forces, led by a variety of American officers, resisted fiercely with the limited resources they had available. Our forces had better intelligence, or so we had been told. Many of the American military's secret hidden reserves were captured or confiscated by our ground forces. There were a few holdouts high up in the mountains or hidden in swamps. They would soon be found and eliminated. Control and order were our main goals.
I considered my choices carefully. Since taking control of Earth's nations, the UN has been shipping out any undesirable people or groups to the colony worlds. Using population control as an excuse, whole neighborhoods were swept up and shipped out. As I looked out at the floating ships I knew that the rumors were true. Five more ships and the colony program would be put on hold indefinitely. If I wanted to go into outer space those five ships were my last chance.
Staying on Earth would have its perks too. Combat patrol leader would allow me to fly the best that Earth had to offer in terms of fighters and other ships. I knew that there were plans on the books for bigger, faster, and stronger spacecraft. The UN was preparing to build several more space stations and defensive platforms. They would need protection and combat space patrols to defend the planet. Flying a colony ship though, that would be a real challenge. I think I knew my answer.
Several hours later I stood in General Gerard's office. The General was in charge of the Air wing and was my direct supervisor in the military.
"General Gerard, Sir. I've made my choice."
"Captain, sit please." I sat down in the chair in front of his
The medico's that examined Anthony later concluded that his death was a tragic accident brought on by the haste of the emergency. Anthony had not followed the set procedure for putting on this suit. He had put the under layers on wrong. He must have gotten confused and put the sensor suit on first, followed by the cool suit. The cool suit registered as cold air to the sensor suit. So the sensors had kept increasing the internal temperature inside the suit to compensate. Anthony died of heat stroke in the icy depths of space.
Anthony's death gave all of us perspective and we all vowed to do better and to learn everything that the Program wanted to teach us. From that point on, our team would forever strive to be the best in honor of our brother Anthony 0257. But our challenges only grew harder and in time we lost more of our brothers to accidents.
Chapter 6
I deliberately took the shuttle in past the shipyard, taking a long look at the five shells floating shells floated in the work bays. These five would be the last colony ships is what we'd been told. Earth was not completely under the authority of the United Nations Assembly. Over the last year, military forces led by many of my 'cadet,' brothers had swept the battlefields free of rebel forces. Much of what had once been the United States and the Russian Federation was in ruins. My squadron, the 186th, had spearheaded the assault on Washington, DC. In our X-50 fighters we had easily taken out the American resistance starfighters. I was an 'ace' several times over by the old standards of battle. We shot down three squadrons of US Air force Starfuries to prevent the American President from escaping by air. We also destroyed the Washington DC Spaceport. My performance on the battlefield led to my being given a choice of future assignments: Colony ship duty or combat patrol leader.
With America's air power destroyed all that was left was mopping up. The rebel forces, led by a variety of American officers, resisted fiercely with the limited resources they had available. Our forces had better intelligence, or so we had been told. Many of the American military's secret hidden reserves were captured or confiscated by our ground forces. There were a few holdouts high up in the mountains or hidden in swamps. They would soon be found and eliminated. Control and order were our main goals.
I considered my choices carefully. Since taking control of Earth's nations, the UN has been shipping out any undesirable people or groups to the colony worlds. Using population control as an excuse, whole neighborhoods were swept up and shipped out. As I looked out at the floating ships I knew that the rumors were true. Five more ships and the colony program would be put on hold indefinitely. If I wanted to go into outer space those five ships were my last chance.
Staying on Earth would have its perks too. Combat patrol leader would allow me to fly the best that Earth had to offer in terms of fighters and other ships. I knew that there were plans on the books for bigger, faster, and stronger spacecraft. The UN was preparing to build several more space stations and defensive platforms. They would need protection and combat space patrols to defend the planet. Flying a colony ship though, that would be a real challenge. I think I knew my answer.
Several hours later I stood in General Gerard's office. The General was in charge of the Air wing and was my direct supervisor in the military.
"General Gerard, Sir. I've made my choice."
"Captain, sit please." I sat down in the chair in front of his
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