Out Of Space 11 Blake's World

Blake tried to unbuckle himself out but finds his fingers numb, he spent several minutes shaking his hands and ma.s.sages them until he could move his fingers properly. Finally free of the restraints, he looks around the quiet bridge. Lit by a dim red light, the shadows cast on the bridge crew sleeping on their seats look like they are dead.

Blake sat on the empty co-pilot seat and booted up the display. Once the system started up, he ran a s.h.i.+p system diagnostics. He tries to peer out of the viewport as he waits for the logs to appear but due to the frosted screens, he couldn't see anything clearly. Finally, the computer beeps and display the s.h.i.+p's system log.

What is left of UNS Singapore is currently almost on top of Blake's World. Captain Blake set the computer to wake him up an hour before hitting the low orbit of Blake's World. He checks through all the systems of the s.h.i.+p to ensure there is new issues or problems from the 2 weeks travel. Next, he powers up the main display on the bridge.

The huge screen flickers to life and shows a live image of Blake's World from the probe. Data streams on the side display a few basic information regarding the planet. Blake got up and stood in front of the display and reads the 2 weeks of data from the probe.

The atmosphere appears to consist mainly of nitrogen, oxygen, argon, hydrogen, carbon dioxide, and small amounts of other gases and some unknown elements. Blake skims through the data. Continental type world, 1.3 times the size of Earth, with a gravity of 0.9 times of earth. No electronic emissions of any kind detected but appears to have some native lifeforms. Satelite images show oceans, ma.s.sive landma.s.ses topped with vegetation. It appears to be totally earth-like to Blake.

He let out his breath that he has been holding in. Blake could not imagine if after traveling here, the planet is unable to support human life. His whole crew will be doomed. He looked towards where Ford was lying on his crash seat, face hidden by the frosted visor. His gamble has paid off.

Using the data provided by the probe and the current approach of the s.h.i.+p, the computer calculated several possible reentry sites. Finally, he chooses a site with the highest percentage of successfully landing and less amount of projected casualties. He looks at the data and images and together with the computer, fine-tune the approaches, taking into account factors like wind and drag.

The s.h.i.+p will begin its approach from the thermosphere, looping once over the planet to bleed off speed before descending down to the troposphere and using the remaining fuel to and air brakes to further reduce speed before hitting the ocean and using it to dampen the landing and land on a flat beach. Blake was confident that UNS Singapore will be able to land on the planet but the issue is, will they still be in one piece?

Almost an hour later, the floating hulk entered the orbit of Blake's World. Thrusters angled the s.h.i.+p to the correct trajectory and the s.h.i.+p slowly falls into the atmosphere. Blake strapped himself in on the copilot seat and gave a quick prayer to the G.o.ds before activating the heat s.h.i.+elds.

Blast s.h.i.+elds slid smoothly down to cover the viewports, the ice slowly melts away and the temperature in the bridge starts to rise. As the s.h.i.+p enters the atmosphere, the bow of the s.h.i.+p glows a fiery red, turning the s.h.i.+p into a falling star.

All across the planet, natives lifeforms look up to the skies, watching a fiery falling star streak against the sky. As it travels through the sky, it announces its arrival with a thunderous roar, awakening slumbering creatures and scaring the natives.

The damaged end of the s.h.i.+p trailed a ma.s.sive plume of smoke, fire, and debris, from the day, it looks like a meteor while at night a falling star. As the natives of this world have never seen anything like this before, many falls to their knees in wors.h.i.+p or fear.

After the s.h.i.+p looped once around the planet, Blake deploys its aero stabilizer fins from the ventral side, giving the s.h.i.+p some form of aerodynamics. He groans from his seat as the shaking rattled his whole body while warning alarms blazed endlessly driving him mad.

Soon the shaking stopped and the blast s.h.i.+elds retracted back, Blake looks out of the viewports, seeing a pristine world, and a whole lot of water rus.h.i.+ng towards him. He quickly pulls the control up and activates the thrusters to slow the falling s.h.i.+p. Soon his view changes to show the skyline instead of the ocean. He checks his airspeed, still too fast and applies the air brake to slow down.

Blake wasn't really flying the s.h.i.+p, as the s.h.i.+p is just dropping down from the sky. He tries his best to level the s.h.i.+p and not pancake into the ocean. As the City cla.s.s s.h.i.+ps, UNS Singapore were designed for atmospheric entry, it is also designed to land on water. Even so, he told Ford, that he could handle it, he did not really have much skill in piloting the s.h.i.+p.

By blind luck, he manages to keep the bow of the s.h.i.+p facing upwards as the aft portion splash landed against the ocean, creating a ma.s.sive wake behind. He struggles with the aero stabilizers to keep the bow up as much as he can and burn up all the fuel in the maneuvering thrusters to slow the s.h.i.+p down.

Despite his best efforts, the s.h.i.+p skids and cuts through the ocean, directly towards land, Blake watches helplessly as the landma.s.s getting closer and closer. Oh f.u.c.k, he closed his eyes and braced hard against his seat as the bow of the s.h.i.+p ram up the beach before smas.h.i.+ng its way through the trees. He finally lost consciousness as the bow of the s.h.i.+p punch through a small hill before stopping.