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 far.
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 could.
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
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 planets.
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.
‘Men and women of our home planet, Sonashra.
I fear 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.
‘We’ve 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 of us.
‘Their 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"
‘You 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
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 gravity.
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.
‘Our 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 need.
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.
‘You are fighting for the future of our people. Our neighbors, brothers, sisters, husbands, wives, children, sons…
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.
‘May 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.
I have loose… um... lost my sons
I have 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.
I dream of the future.
Where I can hear my children’s laughter.
Where I can see their happy faces in the warmth of our land.
The tone grew ever more passionate as she felt the seed of her love to her home land growing inside her.
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 my head.
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 greed.
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 earth.
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
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