The Journey Of Sick Bay

“It’s about time Octavia, you guys are lucky we didn’t leave both of you behind” Finnick, another friend of mine says as he boards the ship with Lelaks and I following behind.

“Yes sir! And call me Eagle,” She responds. Delta Squad and Eagle, the pilot, boarded the shuttle and departed from Spearhead Base enroute to the capital of Venus.

The next morning when Allie went onto the deck, she was surprised to see Charleston spread out along the docks. She immediately went in search of Thomas. She found him coming out of the galley carrying a tray.

With less then 15 minutes of fuel left, they were able to land on an unfamiliar base in the dark. They would not be able to save their bomber this time.

The astronauts onboard had to figure out an intelligent and safe way to make it back to the ground in one piece. While on their way down to Earth, the three men were ambushed by tons of obstacles and problems that were caused due to the explosion. The LEM didn’t have enough water or power to last them while on their journey back home. The temperature was freezing cold, the ship kept drifting off course, the LEM’s filters stopped working causing the air to be intoxicated with CO2, and they barely slept. All these problems they had were not making this new mission any easier, but all they were able to do is stay calm and hope for the

We feel that this stands as a symbol of the insatiable curiosity of all mankind to explore the unknown,” and at 12:22 P.M. Thursday, the astronauts jettisoned the Service Module to start the final descent from 400,000 feet into the Earth’s atmosphere in which they would travel 24,000 miles an hour. Then the Earth’s air gripped at the spacecraft, slowing its speed. Within minutes, the astronauts were in the water 950 miles southwest of Hawaii – home safe from man’s first trip to the moon. The recovery aircraft carrier then picked up the astronauts, then adorned in biological isolation garments as a quarantine procedure, and carried them to a mobile isolation trailer for a checkup. President Nixon stood about 3 feet away from them speaking through a microphone, he said: “Neil, Buzz and Mike, … I have the privilege of speaking for so many in welcoming you back to Earth. …[Over 100 nations around the world] have had the opportunity to see what you have done.”

The three men had just finished a broadcast to the citizens back home without many people joined watching. It was 56 hours into the mission where a cryo-stir had occurred this caused Oxygen tank 2 in the service module

I had heard enough for the day. I silently prayed that Aunt Joyce, Trudy, and the boys would be back soon. I knew that I needed to get my plan together about Levi coming over. It was

The C-130 wasn’t a second late, and they were airborne at 0300 hours. With a flying time of 15 hours, they would be over the drop zone by 0100 hours Syrian time. Climbing to cruising altitude took a while. They had lots of time for a last-minute check of the gear, so they settled in for the long flight.

It got their immediate attention and, during the next few minutes as they and the ground controllers made a rapid assessment of the condition of the spacecraft, it became apparent that two of the three fuel cells in the Service Module had gone dead. At the moment, no one knew what had happened, but it became obvious that the crew was in serious trouble.3 If they were going to survive, they would need enough power, oxygen, and water for a four-day trip around the Moon and home to Earth. These requirements were beginning to be very hard to acquire because of the unhealthy Service Module. Power, oxygen, and water relied on the Service Module and without it they were going to be in terribly short supply of these

I breathed a sigh of relief finding everything in our camp as we had left it. Time seemed to have stood still in this part of the world; I felt as though we had been gone for ages when actually it was only three and a half days.

“Fine with me. Let’s go fix that shuttle of yours!” Komo answered. So, Komo, DJ-7, and Karen fixed the shuttle in no time and they all took off for Gernul. Meanwhile, Commander Justen was getting ready to fly back to the Destructor with all the hostages inside the transporters, and Gernul in ruins. Just then Karen’s shuttle and Komo arrived and fired at Commander Justen’s personal shuttle.

Thomas’ ship made it to the Atlantic about an hour after daybreak- it was a lot quicker going downriver than up. He was relieved not to see any other ships a sail as he pointed the eagle figurehead toward the north and Charleston Harbor. He just hoped his luck continued and he made it in easily. The closer they came to harbor the harder it was to keep thoughts of Allie at bay. Staring ahead, he tried to keep a watchful eye on the horizon- he estimated that they should make it to Charleston about suppertime.

He got a radio call from Earth: “Space junk chain reaction incoming to STS-249. Take shelter!”

The exploration cruiser crew were wishing they weren’t in the white and orange and REALLY battered freighter known as The Exploration Cruiser. They were wishing about hanging out at planet D-X38, meeting their humanoid friends and drinking Coke at the diner. But no, NASA needed information about aliens (both hostile and docile) and planets beyond Voyager 1 and Voyager 2’s reach. It was very boring, and they had lots of unfortunate run-ins with the hostile Zarkians. Luckily, they escaped from most of them. Before long Zarkians started targeting the T.E.C. The captain suddenly said groggily, “What’s that? Is that mission control? No wait. . . . It’s something else!” The lieutenant said,” We’ve got to make contact with them! Okay, Special Exploration Squad, get into Pod