The Drop“ALL WHOOPER AND BASENJI CREWS TO THE FLIGHT DECK. ALL WHOOPER AND BASENJI CREWS TO THE FLIGHTDECK. THIS IS NOT A DRILL! REPEAT. THIS IS NOT A DRILL!”The Drop10 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The blare of the shipboard intercom shocked him from a dreamless sleep. Swinging his feet over the side of his bunk he quickly got up. He felt a momentary surge of nausea and disorientation as his sleep addled brain tried to catch up with his reflexive actions. He stumbled into the tiny bathroom attached to his quarters. The sink was already running, and he quickly stuck his head under the freezing water to shake off the last vestiges of sleep.
Finally lucid and alert he ran out into the corridor, not even bothering to get dressed. He ran past deck crews and attendants who only gave him the most casual of glances. Too absorbed in their own tasks. Skidding around a corner he ducked into the Grav Chute at the end of the corridor. A brief hum vibrated through his body before the chute launched him towards the flight