Orbital Strike
Shilka hopped into the driver's seat, and Mik slid into the seat beside him, being the co-pilot.
They didn't exchange any glances since they already knew what they were supposed to do. They were more than used to it, and any novelty that they might have previously felt whilst driving a shuttle had worn off.
How long more would this life continue on, they did not know, but they were making the best of their situation. They had friends and family, and they would not give them up.
Mik flipped the switches that they needed for take-off.
She turned on the announcement system and her voice echoed throughout the shuttle, filling the ears of the members inside the shuttle. "T-minus five minutes."
Shilka checked the control panel of the shuttle in controlled and repetitive motions. It was obvious that he was an old hand at this, but he still looked very serious about it. There was no carelessness in his meticulous checking.
"Systems are a go."