Missing Man Formation

[Haphestus]

Clark took off his flight helmet to wipe away the sweat clouding his vision. He looked around checking all the radar monitors. Nothing. Clark put his helmet back on and double checked the vacuum seals.
Five hours, five hours of searching in the Badlands. Five hours of ducking huge rocks, Little to no visibility and the nebula playing havoc with everyone's systems. Many of Clark's fellows have been killed or just disappeared in this place. A loud beeping started ringing in Clark's ear. It was the fuel alarm. Clark chinned the radio toggle.
"Clark to Grizzlies, i guess you lot are hearing the same music i am hearing, change your heading to the Burke." Clark chinned the voice toggle once again. Something within Clark was annoyed.
"Damn it! Mando, run one more sweep. we have enough fuel if we drop to fifty percent standard engine power."
"Yes S...i mean yes Jorzza."
No man deserves to die in this soup Clark thought to himself.
"SIR, I have something! On our one o'clock. 4 clicks out"
"Mando, don't sir me, i work for a god damned living, Wait did you just say you have something?"
"Its weak but we have a S.O.S signal, Silhouette looks like a Guardian, looks like the cockpit section is still there. Checking the verification........Its.....A Guardian that was lost over 12 months ago. Second Lieutenant Jean O'Dean. Reported as M.I.A. Assumed ambushed by pirates, Body never recovered."
"Damn, well at least we can we can bring the family some comfort. Ohms, prepare the recovery hooks."
"Okay deploying recovery hooks"
Damn i got my hopes up Clark thought to himself.

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