Jump, or fall as most of us
preferred to call it, was all I had to do at the start and
THAT would only be the easy part.
The word jump was an easy thing for
our leader to say from home. But…
Right now, sitting in the middle of
a space freighter in orbit around the planet Earth, made even
thinking about the word so hard that my stomach churned. It was
my first jump and would most likely be my last. No one had denied
that. Not my superiors or my fellow soldiers.
The distance from the freighter to
Earth was not something I knew. To a grunt like me it was
irrelevant. All I needed to know was that it was far, too
All that mattered to our cause was
that I survived the jump. And if my respirator and/or bones
didn't break, then I was to shoot everything and anything in
sight. Munitions and food would be something our platoon of
millions would have to fight to get as supplies would be dropped
in specific areas. Give or take a few Earth miles.
IF they came at all. Earth was an
unstoppable force that bullied other worlds solely because they
My feet felt tight and constricted
in the flight boots we were all wearing for the jump. They had
flaps around the gaps between our arms and legs so it looked like
we were a flat circle or a child's kite.
A voice crackled overhead. It was
the voice of our infallible leader. All the soldier listened to
our leader speak. Most of us were nothing more than workers, a
part of our planets large labor force that stretched across two
Our leader spoke clearly and calmly
dictating the situation that was happening in our homes at this
second. To anyone else not of our homeland it would only have
sounded like static but to my fellow soldiers they were the words
that struck fear into all of us to hardened our resolves for the
bloody war that was about to come after today.
and women of our home planet, Sonashra.
the worst for our homeland. The "Humans" have blocked our supply
of fuel from us. We cannot survive as a race in the cold of our
planet without the supply of oil we receive from our secondary
planet Neabudis. Neabudis I know is also considered by all to be
our secondary home since, I know, that all of us have, at least
one friend or family member working hard to mine and refine oil
for our very survival from the harsh cold'
Neabudis was an uninhabited planet
we had discovered millennia ago and used to cultivate and refine
ancient fossils into what humans called oil. They used it too but
in vastly larger amounts than us. I couldn't believe what we used
as an extreme necessity for our survival in the cold temperatures
of our planet for centuries, they had whittled away for their
'convenience'. I rubbed my forehead washing the sweat covered
frustration out of the rough pores on my hard skin. All the while
the voice crackled on.
attempted previous peace talks but they have only lead in the
"Humans" forming a blockade against us. Closing
US off to the thing that is to us the very blood
in our veins.'
The voice grew angrier and more
aggressive as a beat formed inside the freight. It was the strong
and sudden sound of our energy rifles hitting the ground in
unison. The force of the rifles caused the once slow thumping of
my chest to increase rapidly. I couldn't help but stick my head
out and look down at the line of soldiers. The line continued far
down until it was out of sight. Somewhere my brother was
in-between the line of what ,at the very least, was five million
attempt to cut the blood that kept the hearts of our cities
beating has been considered an act of war against our people. I
will not lie. They have power greater than ours and the
technology to match but we have the need to survive. We have the
love of our homeland.'
There had been constant talks of a
plan being made for peace. I knew there was no chance of peace.
Most of us didn't want peace since they were the ones who claimed
our life blood and rationed it for themselves. The humans had
brought forth an age of poverty. Life had became more costly for
each and every civilian on our homes causing families to combine
or burn their own homes for warmth. All the while getting
increasingly weary of Earth's limited and weak "support"
are our first and most powerful wave. You all stand ten million
strong in each of the twelve thousand vessels we're sending
today. You the brave men and woman of our home lands. There will
be no artillery support from space. In fact these ships will most
likely be destroyed as soon as we enter we Earth's atmosphere.
That reason is why you're jumping… '
The word jump made my head reel as
the slamming of the guns grew louder in my mind. The truth was
the banging had already stopped but I could still hear it inside
my head as my heart thumped in tune to the now invisible beat.
All men and woman involved stood tall and ready for war. I
strapped my self into the suit I was given making sure it was
tight. Looking behind me I saw a round box. It was to be where I
would be locked in before being flung into humanities deceiving
I had been to earth before and
nearly died. I had been chased by men who waved a red flags while
firing at me and my colleges. We'd only come to address the
issues involving the oil refineries and their wasting of it. In
my past life I was an engineer sent to help the humans save the
oil they used. We never made it to our destination and we were
chased back to our diplomatic safe points. The human monitoring
forces or 'police' had promised to make an "investigation" on our
college who had died in the chase. Even though I knew exactly who
had committed the crime. Nothing had ever happened.
'Remember when you're released from you chambers,
spread out your arms and the wind will do the rest. You are to
speak English at ALL times. Get used to their
words so you can make plans beyond their understanding. They will
be out done by our will and strength'
The beating returned. It lasted ten
seconds then stopped again.
To clear my head I thought of the
kiss I'd given my two daughters as they'd cried. They were so
smart at such a young age. They would be the beaker that lit up
the future and I believed it with every fiber of my being. My
sons had built a frame filled with items from a past only my wife
could have known of, but it didn't matter if she'd cheated in
helping them or not. What mattered was what they'd done to show
me that there was something worth surviving for and something
worth fighting for.
complexions, forms, shapes and proportions match those of their
people. Or at least one shade of them. So infiltrate and destroy.
Use everything we can give you to fight with. For it is
everything we have and hopefully everything you
Remember heroes of Sonashra, you are fighting for
the survival of our home planet.
The voice of our leader seemed to
break down now and the beating came back slowly as if the sound
itself had sowed down to listen to it's troubled leader.
are fighting for the future of our people. Our neighbors,
brothers, sisters, husbands, wives, children,
The voice took a breath before it
quivered at the next few words.
There was a silence as the voice
that hovered overhead was overcome. I couldn't hold back a tear
that zigzagged across the rough texture of my skin that would
easily give away the true nature of my species.
the will of the Gods be with us.'
The transmission ended but the
beating didn't. It rang out until a shout rushed from the far
side of the freighter, deep in the darkness. It was the war cry
that had once been used by Ishavara our greatest leader when he
fought against people who had tried to invade our planet four
thousand years ago to oppress us. Just as the humans were today.
It grew louder and it came up to me. I shouted at the top of my
voice praying for the spirit of Ishavara to lead us to victory. I
listened carefully as the shout disappeared into the darkness
again, this time on the other side of the freighter. We all
stepped back into our pods checking our rifles which could pass
through steel and burn living energy or tissue. We held them to
our chests as a single unit. Music played around my head on the
inside of my pod. Looking through the pod door I saw the stars
and the night spreading out to every part of the universe. The
music sounded so powerful and morose at the start. It was a story
of a woman who had lost everything to war. I tried to practice my
Earth languages as I translated her song to my self.
loose… um... lost my sons
seen men take my love from me.
The songs tone without losing it's
powerful meaning grew more passionate as she sang with the
softest sound of hope.
dream of the future.
I can hear my children's laughter.
I can see their happy faces in the warmth of our
The tone grew ever more passionate
as she felt the seed of her love to her home land growing inside
I couldn't fight the urge to cry
and I didn't want to fight it at all. I forced out the longing,
the fear, the sadness and embraced my love in the form of tears.
Right then I was caught in the grip of her voice, it felt like it
would have been a travesty to hide my emotions from the music in
The whole room lit up as one by one
the pods blasted of the ship. The side of the ship burst into
flame just as I felt a jerking sensation that sent the pod
falling off towards the Earth. I felt free of the fear and regret
that would constrain the enemy in battle. The enemy that would
soon be standing before me in it's full malice, intolerance and
Out the front of the Pod the
freighter's flames spread out to the whole freighter before it,
like our pods ,sunk too. Succumbing to Earth's pull breaking up
slowly on the way down. Pieces fell past my Pod as I watched the
freighter fall. The ship was moments from catching up to me as it
had with thousands of other pods. A second before the ship caught
me in its searing embrace. My Pod, along with millions of other
Pods exploded down the sides splitting in half and releasing us
from its hold. I watched thousands upon thousands of human tracer
bullets fly up at me as almost a hundred thousand Earth tons of
hell fire fell from over head. I spread my arms and the wind
caught the flaps that had been added to my clothes. I just missed
the flaming comet that was our way back home.
I turned my body away as it crashed
down into the crowds of humans and comrades alike.
That was the easy part
Slowly I glided down the
Whether it was to death I flew
towards, or the greatest of glories. I only hoped that our seeds
of hope would grow in the hearts of our children. Then and only
then would all this be worth it.