I haven't been writing since I went to boarding school, but now that I'm back home this story will get finished.
Random part of the book...
The next couple of weeks went the almost the same way for Cindy. She kept getting better at her work by figuring what different parts did what easier and sorting them more efficiently. She also didn't get hurt as much during the fights, especially with Annalise by her side, and was impressing her teachers with her “natural fighting skill� as they called it. To reward her, the leaders of the operation were letting her take a class on how to build her own ship and take proper care of it.
Cindy was told that her training was pretty much done, but that she would be able to continue being a trainee until her ship design, building, and care class was completed. She was very happy about this aspect as she was creating her own spacecraft with components that no one else wanted because they were only an experimental prototype version of the tested components. The only difference was that if the components worked, they’d be twice as powerful, but no one else wanted to take the chance of them not working.
The other students who were in Cindy’s class said that she was crazy for willing accepting the experimental prototype components that no one else wanted. They all informed her that her ship would never fly. It would never be worth the space it took up according to them.
Cindy’s teacher told her that it might work. There was a slight chance that her design would work, and that if it did, there wouldn't be another ship in the entire universe that could beat hers technologically wise.
Cindy held onto that chance. That slim chance brought hope to her heart. She had designed this ship based on everything the base had provided her to read on different ship models, how they were built, and how well they ran. Her teacher had promised that as long as the components worked properly, the ship would fly. Cindy was sure that they would work, that her ship could fly, and that she would be going home as soon as she could.
The day finally came that everyone in the class had been anxiously looking forward to. It was launch day. All of the students had completed their own ship and each ship was different based on the preferences of the student who had designed it. Everyone was hopeful that their ship would fly, but Cindy’s hopes had more to do with a way to get home than anything else.
She knew that she could now take on grown men in fights, and win against them very easily, with or without anyone else’s help. She had grown stronger and wiser in the 3 months she had been with the Nythians. She still didn't like the idea of becoming a soldier, but she didn't plan on staying around long enough to officially become a soldier.
It was finally Cindy’s turn to test fly her ship. Since it had all of the experimental components, she had been last in line to launch. Her ship was towed out to the runway and she was told to get in it. She clambered into the pilot’s seat and put the helmet with radio on her head.
The first test was to check to make sure that the radio in her helmet was working correctly. “This is Cindy in the ship Canary Dido asking for conformation of radio connection. Over.� She said fully expecting for it to work just fine.
“This is headquarters, your radio connection checks out perfectly fine. You are free to launch the Canary Dido. Over.�
Cindy smiled. Her ship would work, she was sure of it. She turned on the power and waited for the ship’s artificial intelligence to boot up. Like all of her components, it was an experimental prototype that was supposed to learn as it got older. The ship’s computer system blinked on for about five seconds, but then shut off again. Leaving a memory dump message on the screen in front of her.
Cindy sighed. She never should have believed that it would work. She wanted to burn the entire space craft. As she started to take the helmet off, the lights turned back on and the system booted up.
Cindy’s jaw dropped open as she heard the artificial intelligence speak. “Hello commander Cindy. It’s been a long time my friend.�
Well, I just re-read your reply, Cindy, and can't figure what else, besides snow, you'd need to shovel off the concrete.
;):P:P:P
