Omega’s Shadow part 3

Gp climbed over tree roots and rocks until she finally got to her goal. She saw the remains of a fighter. It was an Omega class just like the blueprint she found. She walked over to it and began to open the remains of the canopy. It took her a while but she got it open. “This technology is way to advanced to be from Earth.” “That’s because it’s not,” a voice said from behind her. Wave walked into the clearing holding a gun out. When he saw who it was he put it away. “Gp, forget what you just saw and leave.” “Why” “Because, I cannot allow anyone to find out about this ship. The tech in it is not something that any government in this part of the galaxy should be allowed to get their hands on.” “Wave, what’s really going on?” “I can’t tell you.” “Please.” “Alright.” He went and sat on what was left of the nose of the fighter. “I give. Just please keep this secret.” She nodded and Wave preceded to tell her the whole story from the formation of Omega Squadron to the Battle of Symota. “And that’s the whole story, Gp,” Wave said when he was done, “thanks for listening.” She nodded. ******************************************************************** one week later No one had seen Wave since the day of the game. Even Rio had not turned up. Gp was in the LL typing on her laptop when her instant messenger went off. Cabbitboy13 (Wave) : do you think I’m a coward? Gp: ??? Cabbitboy13:for running away I mean. Should I have stayed? Gp: I don’t know. Cabbitboy13: I see. Thank you. Gp: for what? Cabbitboy13: for listening. Gp: why don’t you come down here? We haven’t seen u in a while. Cabbitboy13: maybe tomorrow. Gp: oh Messenger: Cabbitboy13 is no longer on-line “Rude Much?”, Gp said. *********************************************************************** 3 days later Shadow HQ La was headed towards Fastrax’s office. A new recruit was coming in and LA wanted to meet him. When LA got there the room was empty save for the commander. “Where’s the recruit?” “He should be here shortly.” The door opened and the recruit walked in. He moved in a crisp military form. His uniform was spotless and the salute he threw was one that had obviously been done over and over again. “Private Wave Summers Reporting as ordered Sir!” “Chill out Wave. At ease.” Wave moved into a classic at ease position. LA looked into his eyes and he saw something there he had never seen in Wave before. It was the look of an experienced fighter pilot: Someone who had flown for years, who had lost friends and allies to enemies. This was the real Wave. This was the Wave who had flown in the game at the LL. “It’s Good to have you aboard Summers.”