[ A grunt. Great. A test, and he forgot to study. Giving her one last look he heads into the number one shuttle, rolling his shoulders as he goes and standing to flick on buttons above his head, making sure nothing was turned on that was unnecessary, docking clamps communicating, headlights turned off, then slipped down into the pilot seat, running a phantom start up to check the flight controls while he went routinely from one check up task to the next. Autopilot, structural integrity, containment, then each of the maneuvering thrusters in turn, as though he were checking a plane's systems before take off. Meanwhile the engines whirred to life, providing just enough turnover to check that everything was in working order.
Of course he might have overlooked one or two things, since this wasn't a fighter jet. The groaning of metal as a thruster set on amber rather than red provided torque against the docking clamp was more than enough to make Casey shut it off again just a fraction of a second later, the engine noise whirring down to a hum. ]
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Of course he might have overlooked one or two things, since this wasn't a fighter jet. The groaning of metal as a thruster set on amber rather than red provided torque against the docking clamp was more than enough to make Casey shut it off again just a fraction of a second later, the engine noise whirring down to a hum. ]
I meant to do that.