‘he seems in place, the riem and the G-force is ready to start… should we give him a run?’ one of the professors questioned as I look down on through the tablets and buttons surrounding us. I held my paws and played with my thumbs around ‘n around til I finally thought of an answer.
‘or are u worried sir..’ he added.
I stare across him and at the young vos, fox in training; a rookie who entered the space force for meer recruits.
‘What’s his special skill.’ I asked a dark male human volgende to me. He held his hand besides my shoulders as I looked right at him without hesitation.
‘’What’re u worried about sergeant.’ He stuttered.
I held my paws
‘Nothing.. it’s just I don’t want to see this one get hurt of killed I mean, what if he has a family?’ I questioned the professor.
‘’T-MINUS 20 seconden TIL GRAVITATIONAL FORCE RUNS..’’
The speakers echoed as the young vos, fox looked prepared and easily anxious of his exam. I quickly tried to push the eject button til the professor held my hand quickly.
His dark eyes glared into my crystal blue eyes then slowly down over the young vos, fox and sighed.
’if he could handle over 200 forces of gravity pull he’ll automatically enter your side of your team sergeant. Are we clear.’ He questioned me as he pushed my hand through the middle center scroll and pulled down slowly as the machines started growling.
The young vos, fox looked relax and inhaled his practice mask every new recruit was assigned for. The semicircle connected to the sphere where the young recruit was in slowly moved over at least 2mph, his hart-, hart beat skipped multiple times as he held the bars below him.
What a nervous pup, I thought. The human twisted the nobs and pulled the lever once meer as the moving machine he was in accelerated a bit more; the speed meter raised up to 12mph and the camera view below him shows his reaction to be stabled than alerted.
‘how’s it goin there rookie’ I pushed the microphone on my left ear softly.
‘Pretty god sergeant .’ he commentaar gegeven quickly as he held his right paw back in the bars.
’38 miles…45 miles…52 miles’ the man accelerated his voice as he wrote down the recruit exam.
The speed meter reached over meer than a hundred under 4 minuten and the vos, fox closed his eyes as he tried to relax with the force pushing against him; hist hart-, hart beat slowly went down but pulled itself back up.
‘I bet he’ll make it..’ the man chuckled. I smirked at him.
‘For what.’ I chuckled.
‘If he beats over 200 u have to give me your whole brood and only the bread.’ He zei as he slowly stared across me.
I placed my head over my shoulders and glared at him while smirking, then back at the young recruit while thinking.
‘Alright, if I win..’ I paused for a bit. ‘you.. have to give me one third of your biefstuk tonight.’ I answered back.