Chapter XIII - Breach.
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A warning — to make (someone) aware of impending danger. The ringing siren, flashy red lights — she knew what it all meant.
“What’s going on?” Loona questioned as she watched Deni quickly get dressed in her pants uniform.
Piling the girls clothing in hand she threw them on the bed. “I need you to get dressed.” Deni mumbled throwing on her shirt.
“Deni—”
“Please Loona, get dressed.” she begged staring at her with a pleading look — nodding Loona got of and began dressing up, all she could do was trust her.
With a sigh she turned towards the door turning her ear piece on. “What’s going on general?” the girl asked once she got through.
“We’ve been breached.” the feminine voice answered, worried and distrained.
“Why didn’t the f*****g second line warn us?” cursing she violently pulled up her boot, slipping her foot right through.
“We lost connection — they might be dead.”
Dead — death, not a good sign. Turning to face the dressed up girl she grabbed her hand pulling her towards the door. She mattered right now — she needed to keep her safe.
“Follow me.”
Her grip around her wrist hadn’t soften as they pushed through the sea of rushing body, everyone trying to make it on time — to their safe haven.
“What’s going on?” the girl managed to ask eyeing each body rushing away, first line of defence directing them where to go.
Taking a turn to a floor she had never stepped foot on but only once when they were being taught the ship, inside out she mumbled.
“I’m taking you to the emergency room.”
“Deni—”
Coming to a halt she cupped the girl’s scared frame. “Find Skylar, stay with her. I’ll be back okay.” pecking her lips with her own lips she kissed her, a reassuring kiss — one screaming she would be back. “I love you a lot.”
The tight grip around her forearm made her stop, turning back to face Loona.
A fierce kiss, deeper and passionate that her tender kiss — the girl pulled away, her brown glimmering with the tears no so far away.
“I love you, be safe.” she whispered letting her hands fall from the blonde girl’s face. Walking into the room she was lost in the sea of bodies.
Walking to the direction which people ran from she entered the room, where the general was with a few soldiers.
“What is wrong?” she questioned eyeing her mother seated, her face buried in her palms — almost as though she had given up, that was it.
“Our defence systems are down, we’ve lost touch with the second line and the control room is not responding.”
The distress in her tone was as loud as the ringing sirens, and her sobs and cries.
“What do we do?”
“I don’t know.”
Everyone in the room fell silence staring at the general — weak and defended.
Squatting down to meet her gaze she coupled her mother’s face. The stress hadn’t done her justice, worn out eyes a stream of dried tears on both cheeks — the fearless woman she had adored, giving up so easily — she could not let that happen.
“We’re not going down without a fight you hear me.” she assured placing a peck on her forehead.
Standing once more she faced the soldiers with them, a hand resting upon her mother’s shoulder she cleared her throat and spoke. “Our main priority is to protect everyone on this ship, everyone. We head out to the emergency room and guard each civilian but keep a closer eye on everyone — we have to find the cause of the breach, someone has to know something or might have seen something.”
Nodding they began walking out the room, weapon in hand.
“Why aren’t you coming?”
“I’m going to check the control room, we should get our systems up.”
“Deni—”
Smiling at the concerned woman she embraced her in a hug. “Mum trust me okay. I love you.”
“I love you too my little girl.” she spoke patting her on the back like every other time she had, when the girl was small — only now she was a grown, the age she had been when she began teaching her — twenty six.
Pulling out of the hug she stared at the two remaining soldiers. “Take the general to the emergency room!” she commanded.
Running towards the elevator she got in and pressed on the top floor. Her ride short lived as the ship shook — immediate red lights flashing inside the elevator.
“What was that!” questioned the girl pushing herself off the elevator floor, an aching head and back.
“We got hit.”
And the elevator was not moving — stuck in motion. Cursing she stared up to escape hatch — taught and trained, she could put it in good use.
Using the two walls in the elevator she climbed up to it, opening it then slipped herself out. Easy and slowly she walked on top of the metal box, another hit the thing shook.
Jumping off the elevator she crawled into the open vent — dirty, greasy — but she kept crawling and crawling until she stopped.
Kicking the vent seal down she slipped her body through the tiny hole landing in the exact room she needed — the control room.
“I’m in the control room.”
“Brief us.”
Gasping her eyes fell on the dead bodies laying on the floor — bullet wounds in all of them. Busted computers, technology — cut wires.
“They’re dead — all of them. We have an imposter.”
“Get back—”
“There is a message.” she announced watching the flicking light on one computer laying on the floor. Squatting she picked up computer, opening the message she read out loud.
“The time you read this to the end, it will be done, we are sorry to say that you won’t see tomorrow. Infiltrating your ship was as simple as playing dress up — a uniform and we were in, like a virus killing you from the inside out. Destroying it was just simple as turning on a gas burner, a simple flick of a button and it all goes — kaboom.”
Dropping the computer to the floor in shock, something lit up in her brain. “Bombs!” staring up in horror she turned towards the door — pressing the button to open up the door, everything triggered.
At a simple flick of a button — it will be done — and it goes kaboom — she triggered the explosion, and it all went kaboom.
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Existence, an automated fated reality destined to fulfill a prewritten script of events, occurring during a lifetime.
An existence aligned with extinction, of a species within decades to centuries. An ill fated reality — a prison of ones own making.
But extinction occurs if a species could not reproduce and if there is none — the inevitable occurs.
If perhaps one does survive, all they carry is destruction and revenge — the last one, somewhere in space — floating around.
- Writer
