[During these few weeks I went on a long mental journey, I wanted to see what I still had to offer, as few birdies here were vocal enough in their endeavor to make me quit my passion. The early cry of help that I wrote in Ch11 was received with such positivity that it left me aghast while struggling to figure out if I had it in me to continue. Most people that emailed me had nothing but praises, creative criticisms that I surely welcome, helping me in improving my writing across all borders.
But still those little pricks remain in my mind, like a plague of locusts that will devour every bit of positivity that I had. I was pretty sarcastic when it came to online bulling, since I was bullied as a child (pretty severely), I thought it was all bullshit. Until it happened to me. I can only say that I will NEVER stop doing what I love doing. I will NEVER tire of doing something that makes other people happy.
Once again I offer my thanks and everlasting love to my Editors, to my growing fans, and to my friends.
I love you all]
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The behemoth was coming, inching ever so slowly, it was sending ripples throughout the room, fear and uncertainty was palpable while people watched the ship coming ever so closer. Leaving nothing but destruction wherever his little fighters touched, I thought that in amidst of everything so far we would go insane with anticipation. That was soon changed when I saw first of our fighters engage the enemy and get annihilated. Not even a second before it got destroyed by whatever weaponry the ship had, a strange mist was visible in the emptiness of space, surrounding the ship like a protective bubble.
Our forces moved in and out of the screen, thoughts flying left and right from Primary, towards his own men on what action should they take regarding the attack on the monstrous behemoth in front of us; at the very least we were working up a dialogue with our men outside of the ship rather than just silently watching while this behemoth of a ship was inching toward our positions. A sudden light assaulted the visual feed that we were seeing, and when it dissipated we could only see ships in this star systems; ships of all kinds.
This was official a full on onslaught on Gal Federation territory. Primary was showing a face of utter disbelief while she watched this happen while more and more small lights revealed even more ships by each passing second, I assumed my new place in space in front of the large screen, my back turned away from my men, I was scared, anxious; this was a planned action that wanted to hit us where we sent the least amounts of ships and personnel to defend. The area of space we were in was pretty tightly guarded by our allies. A shiver went down my spine. A sudden chill engulfed me, I just hoped that I was horribly wrong about my deduction.
I accessed my Data Pad and sent all of the images we collected along with my assumptions to my Admiral in charge of First Army. We were completely and utterly surrounded by this massive fleet in matter of minutes. We were so lost in space, we were so delusional about what could happen here that this scenario was off our radars. We could never imagine that our allies would work with this unknown threat just to eradicate us with this much force. Not even in our wildest dreams and nightmares. The hate they must have felt, to keep talking to us in regular peaceful manners while conniving behind our backs; the endless hate they must have felt.
I was lost on what I should do, no matter what I did here my men WERE going to die. I had no option, I could not choose. Surrender was an option, but then what? My men get sent to slavery, raped, murdered. I shook my head.
I was sad, anxious and feeling betrayed.
But most of all I was angry. So angry at these conniving fuckers that I wanted every one of their kind to disappear.
"Primary I want you to formulate a plan for your men and women out there. We seem to be trapped but I think we can make a brake for it during that I want you to pull back and keep fighting them, take this ship as far as you can, then start lighting up this system and every ship out there."
"SURVIVE!" I screamed at her to wake her up, she flinched out of her stupor and looked at me in disbelief.
"Captain Connor, I will need you and your men, tell everyone of your crew that they can choose to go with you or stay here." I paused for few seconds while I rested my hand on his shoulder.
"We might not come back from this." I slowly whispered while looking him in the eyes.
Anna, Tom, Paul, Mat and Jerry were in a circle around me. "Well, friends we might not survive this time, but we will let every member of this ship survive. Let every one of our crew make their own choice, stay here or follow us to death."
While Anna stood by my side the rest of them went on to do their respective roles. I told her to follow me and she obediently came with me not knowing what I had planned for her.
I grabbed her hair and kissed her, she responded by almost biting my lips off and hugging the back of my head. "What do you want to do my love?"
Whispering in my ear she just said, "Till death do us.... You know."
In minutes we were on board of Blackness while explosions could be heard here and there around the ship.
I could see several people, with fear in their eyes, with doubt lingering around their beings. I was not even sure if this would work. But to loose so many people and do nothing while these fuckers schemed behind our backs, conniving little jizz suckers. Every one of them deserves fate worse than death. Few minutes of flying was greeted by rumbling sounds on our hulls' ship while the entire thing trembled with us inside; the belly of the beast.
We used our ships momentum to drive our little excursion thru the protective bubble that behemoth had around itself.
"BRACE FOR IMPACT!" I could hear voice of a crewmember scream while a violent jolt raised everything from the ground that was not bolted, tied or like us strapped into our seats.
I was worried about the crew that decided to go with us, in total we had 100 people ridding this ship into the unknown that awaited us while praying that our compatriots, friends and acquaintances would survive this invasion of violence that was right in front of our doorstep. It was like a movie slowed down just for viewing all of the special effects that the scene had to offer, I could see every single bit and piece of iron beam contort and bend from the collision that we had to experience to penetrate deep inside the belly of behemoth, at least in our minds we had some fighting chance but reality was much more forgiving in this case. I was afraid that we would get shot down by a missile or a stray laser beam, I even pictured our little ship getting punctured by every weapon that was currently in the star system.