[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.
Somehow we managed to survive the initial flight to our certain doom.
I lost consciousness and woke sometime later with destruction and carnage around me, area that my team was in was ripped in half and we could see the ship's innards while steam and sparks were flying all around where I was lying. My head searched for my rifle, ammo and my friends that were still tied down unable to move. I escaped using my knife and as soon as I made the area safe I helped my team on their feet. In mere seconds we were out of the damaged section and started shooting up the strange beings that were in front of our scopes.
Fueled by anger and that primal instinct for survival we spared no equipment and started throwing everything we had in our arsenal towards the aliens that just stood there and made no attempt of doing anything but getting their heads blown off by our bullets.
I heard my team saying, "Area secured."
While I focused my attention towards the ship that guided my team to our destination. I could only gasp since most of the ship was gone. Either punctured by lasers or few areas affected by explosions. I saw more people exiting I felt my panic rise when I saw just half of my team out, Paul shook his head and raised his hand to show that 5 members were dead. Grief was buried deep inside our souls, making way for our anger. I wanted revenge I needed it, like a starving man needed his meal.
While I wanted to speak, my Data Pad ringed seeing I had received a video message from my Branch Father.
"Every member of Gal Federation, hear me. I must inform you that Earth has been attacked." A few painful seconds of silence as I could see that he was looking incredibly lost.
"Approximately 1 hour ago we received a report of huge invasion force entering our system. We intercepted it with everything we had. During this process Earth and most of its inhabitants were destroyed by an unknown entity. 10 billion lives lost." I was trying to process everything that I had just heard.
I could not believe my Branch Father. I wanted to think that this was some sort of cruel joke. But his face denied me everything that I hoped was a trick and a lie. I'll never meet my Branch sister. All those lives, kids, women, elderly lost. For what? Military expansion? Political power? Greed?
I wanted to puke in my helmet. I heard my men dragging a survivor back towards me, I lifted my rifle and blew his head off in one bullet. My men were staring at me with disbelief in their eyes.
Admiral Col Xob continued his report, "Our colonies on Mars and Zima Prime are still untouched but for how long we do not know. Currently I'm ordering any and all ships still remaining in operation. Do not suicide attack, anyone. Remain alive. Persevere. Tomorrow will be a brighter day. YOU MUST SURVIVE. Hide wherever you can. I am proud I could command such fine serving men and women of GAL FEDERATION. WE WILL SURVIVE. Over and out."
"No prisoners, focus on searching their engine room, initiate core breach and meet back here in 1 hour." I was issuing my orders while my voice was trembling.