by Lewis, Anna
A grim expression crossed his face realizing how fatal the event would be to the survival of humanity.
“Dr. Clark, is there a way you could find out?” asked the general, calmly turning to Lena.
Lena looked over at the drone and then back at the general, shrugging.
“I have no way to find out unless I could get back on the ship and maybe hack into their files,” she replied.
“Can you do that, Trevor?” asked the general.
“I’m sure I could do just about anything with Lena’s help,” replied the cyborg, wrapping a confident arm around Lena.
The gesture made her blush and she covered her mouth.
“I can give you instructions through an ear piece. Let’s get that spacesuit fixed on you,” she said.
Just as Lena was about to set up the spacesuit’s oxygen mask over Trevor’s nose and mouth, another wave of transportation ships appeared above them and the entire camp was thrown into a frenzy. The generals each shouted orders to their troops and got into formation, encouraging their soldiers to remain strong in the face of adversity.
Lena and Trevor stood behind a huge collection of troops. She gave Trevor one last kiss before he hopped on top of the drone and rose up over the collection of Vihatagons on the field. Using his cybernetic arm to direct the drone, he flew up beyond the upper atmosphere, and then up to the underbelly of the mothership.
Behind General Sanders Lena was being escorted back to the main building when suddenly, another round of fire from ray guns erupted. Her eyes followed the black dot in the sky disappearing beyond the clouds. I love you, Trevor Noble, she thought as she watched. I will always love you. Pushing through the double doors, Lena approached the table full of scientists and asked if they had made a breakthrough on their plan. Dr. Warren replied that they had not.
“Well, how do you expect to take our enemy down if you don’t come up with something?” she asked heatedly.
“Dr. Clark, we’re doing everything we can. We could also use your help,” replied Professor McLeod.
“My brains have gotten you this far. Let’s get further,” she said, changing her tone.
Lena hadn’t realized that the stress of Trevor being up in space was much heavier than anticipated. They hadn’t been able to fully test the spacesuit, and she wasn’t sure if he was even alive. Pulling up the communication application on her cyber watch, she tapped in a few numbers for the ear piece she had loaned Trevor and spoke loudly.
“Trevor, do you copy?” she said.
Crackling static responded from the watch.
“Trevor,” she said firmly. “Do you copy?”
Another wave of static came through the watch and Lena shook her head, fighting the thoughts that were trying to convince her that Trevor was dead.
“I’m here!” he called through the speaker. “I copy!”
Relief washed over her and she smiled.
“Good! Have you reached the control panel?” she asked.
“Not yet. I still have to locate it. I’ll let you know when I do,” he responded.
A number of explosions shook the ground, forcing the group to exchange looks of fear. Lena remained relatively calm. Her expertise had taught her to adopt a sense of confidence when handling emergencies. It had served her well as a doctor and now it would serve her in saving the people of earth from being abducted by their enemy. She walked over to the digital display of the interior and began to brainstorm with the other scientists, some of them using terms she hardly understood. Even though it confused her, she proceeded as if she understood the terminology. It got to a point where she had to pause the conversation to clarify.
“There is no shame in asking questions. That’s what I tell all of my students,” explained Professor McLeod.
“You’re a woman of medical and cyborg science. Our knowledge and expertise are different, but we can use that to our advantage,” said Dr. Snyder.
“I agree. My apologies, gentleman. Let’s proceed,” said Lena.
After going over the picture a few times, the group was able to discern that the mothership could be disarmed by the interior controls of the bridge. Trevor would have to board the ship and defend himself against the Vihatagons to gain control before they could send a rescue team up to release the people who had been taken. Lena hoped that those people were safe and that they could be rescued in time. If they weren’t, it would be thousands of deaths on their heads. Could they live with that?
Would they even live to feel guilty about it?
Chapter 5
Underneath the great mothership, Trevor balanced himself on top of the drone while searching for any indication of where the control panel might be located. Was Lena sure it was under the ship and not inside? Why would someone put the control panel on the outside? It seemed counter intuitive to protecting the enemy aliens from infiltration. As Trevor formulated a plan to board the ship, he located the control panel and opened up the hatch. A few wires and buttons decorated the inside. Trevor put his finger to his ear to transmit through the receiver.
“Lena, I’ve reached the panel. What should I do?” he asked.
“Find the wires under the circular label and clip the green one,” she instructed through her watch. “And be careful not to clip any other wires.”
As Trevor followed Lena’s directions, the captain of the ship was gurgling loudly over the main controls on the bridge. An alarm blared over the speakers, shaking the humans who occupied the huge cargo area.
“What is that?” asked Alexis.
“I’m not sure,” replied one of the other humans. “It sounds like something is going wrong.”
“That doesn’t bode well,” said another.
“It poses the perfect opportunity. We can gather a group of us together and charge those guards over there. They don’t look too menacing,” said Alexis, pointing in the direction of the two ugly Vihatagons in the corner.
“But they’re gargantuan,” said a man with a spiked collar. “How can we overpower them?”
“A number of us could easily take them down,” Alexis assured him. “But we have to all be on the same page.”
On the bridge, the captain was still screeching over the blare of the alarm, shouting for his soldiers to locate the source of the threat. They checked each screen and found that Trevor was beneath the ship, pulling apart many of the pieces of their control panel. The drones that had been sent over the earth were losing power. Many of them crash-landed in the streets and highways, decorating the surface of the earth with little black dots that the Vihatagons could see from space. The field where the great battle had commenced echoed with cheers from the human soldiers. All of the Vihatagons present realized that they were losing, and started retreating for their transportation pods, alerting their captain that the drone program had been compromised.
Lena was among the scientists when they received news of the drones being disarmed. Excited that her plan was working, she ran out to the field to watch the drones fall from the sky, wondering how many people she might need to train in order to release all of the people they held. It might need to be done one at a time to accommodate for the amount of people. And who knew where they all had come from? The job suddenly seemed overwhelming, causing Lena to become light-headed. General Sanders took her by the arm.
“Dr. Clark, are you alright?” he asked, steadying her balance.
“I’m fine. I just...” her words trailed off as she watched the Vihatagons escape. “We have a lot of work to do, General.”
“That we do. There are fifty drones in this area alone. Who knows how many there are everywhere else?” commented General Sanders.
“We’ll have to unload them one at a time, sir. I’m not sure how these people will appear once they’re unloaded from the memory banks,” explained Lena.
“Lead the way, Doctor. We will follow,” said the general. “Admittedly, I’m not used to being led. I have always been in charge.”
“I suppose it’s
a humbling day for both of us, sir,” said Lena, recalling her embarrassment with the scientists.
“That it is,” replied the general.
The vastness of space greeted Trevor as he looked around while balancing on the drone. A great darkness stretched on dotted with white, purple, green, and pink stars. Planets in the distance winked at him and the moon was just beyond the ship, glimmering in the black sky. What a confounding experience it was to acknowledge the wide stretch beyond the atmosphere of earth. Trevor felt insignificant. He knew in that moment that he had disarmed the drones that his people were that much closer to victory, but the space surrounding him was colossal. It took a great deal of energy to comprehend it.
Of his twenty-eight years spent on the earth, he had never stepped foot inside of a spaceship. He had only ever seen pictures of the stars and had studied the solar system, its planets, and the galaxy they occupied. The Milky Way had seemed small on paper, but now he could see in every direction. Who knew what else was beyond the borders of this galaxy? The Vihatagons had likely traveled many light years just to destroy them. What benefit does it do them to harm us? Trevor asked himself as he perched on top of the drone. It troubled him to think of Lena being captured to the point where it nearly drove him mad with rage. He slammed his fist into the belly of the ship, marking the metal with the outline of his own metal knuckles.
I hope they heard that, he thought.
The bridge was a chaotic blur of Vihatagons dashing between control panels while trying to figure out how to reactivate the drones. Their captain shouted for them to capture the cyborg from beneath the ship who had ironically walked straight into their trap. While they no longer had the human woman to dangle in front of his eyes, they were sure they could appeal to his human nature by torturing some of the fleshy captives waiting to be turned into cyborgs. After all, they would all soon be part of the Vihatagon army. The captain thought of how proud he would be if he had an army of cyborgs behind him.
“Retrieve the cyborg,” instructed the captain to his first mate. “And make sure he does not get harmed.”
“Right away, sir,” replied the first mate while saluting him with a disfigured arm.
“And retrieve a specimen from the cargo hold. We’re going to get all the answers out of him without having to touch a hair on his head,” said the captain before falling into a gurgling cackle, raising his arms up as he watched the monitor record the actions of the people below. “Soon, we shall have our invincible army!”
Chapter 6
While the Vihatagons carried out the orders of their captain, the group Alexis had formed was listening intently to her plan. She informed them to remain vigilant. It couldn’t appear as though they were rallying against the guards, and many of them faced away from Alexis as she spoke. The guards appeared to be panicking under the siren wailing overhead. One of them walked away from the door to calm a group that was losing control on the right side. Alexis waved her hand at her collection of people and told them to start moving in that direction, spreading out in the crowd in order to be discreet.
Alexis moved toward the front like a commander leading her soldiers to battle. She located a stray piece of metal that was lying on the floor and gripped it tight, preparing to lunge forward. As the others got into formation, the guards were heavily distracted with the wave of crying people. Many of them were already pushing forward against the aliens that were threatening to disintegrate whoever stepped forward. Alexis counted to five and then raised her makeshift weapon in the air.
“Attack!” she cried to her group.
A rush of movement erupted as her pseudo-soldiers pressed into the guards and knocked them to the ground. Alexis ran forward and jumped on the first guard, whom she beat with her piece of metal as he gurgled beneath the dozens of hands hitting his face. Another wave of people rushed the other guard, knocking him to the ground as the weight of them pummeled his disgusting fleshy body. The disintegrator went off, wiping out a few humans. Still, they pushed forward valiantly in order to gain control over the Vihatagons.
As the people continued to attack, one of the guards radioed for the captain to send reinforcements to the cargo area. He responded by gathering a few more Vihatagons to send to the center of the ship. Five of them darted in the direction of the cargo hold as fast as their disfigured legs would carry them, shouting at the people who were prying open the doors. Alexis pushed through the metal slabs and gathered her people to tackle the other guards. The Vihatagons fired into the crowd, people disappearing as soon as the rays hit their bodies. Ash formed on the ground where a human once stood. Alexis stared in shock as people were taken left and right, growing angry as she watched them destroy the humans she had come to care about.
This rage inspired her to run forward with the crowd and press through the other guards, their spittle spraying everywhere as they tried to communicate commands to the riotous group. Alexis ignored their gurgling language and ran past them. The punker with the spiked collar asked her where they were going.
“We’re going to locate the main room,” she instructed them. “Does anyone know how to fly a spaceship?”
A chorus of chuckles filled the empty hallway as they made their way, looking around for a map that might guide them. Alexis checked the walls. As she studied the metal door to an unknown room, a number of gurgles came from the other end of the hallway and alerted the group to take cover.
“Where are we going to hide?” asked the punker.
“I don’t know,” Alexis responded, searching the perimeter for anything to cover them.
There was nothing. No boxes or random bits of cargo were in the immediate arena. The door in front of her wouldn’t open. How were they going to avoid capture if they couldn’t hide? She motioned for the group to keep moving in hopes that they might come across something useful. Part of her wondered whether they were even heading in the right direction as it felt like the entire place was one giant maze. Every corner looked like the last one. Each turn was a dizzying realization that they might be going in circles instead of heading for their intended destination.
Alexis, feeling as though their mission were becoming hopeless, leaned against the wall and instantly fell backwards into a dark room. The punker followed her inside and helped her off the ground, looking around at the contents. It was the same room Lena had previously occupied, though the valiant party wasn’t aware of that. Alexis touched the metal boxes. One of them fell over and she rushed the rest of the group inside so they could push the door shut. Each of them covered their mouths while listening to the stomping feet passing by. The familiar gurgling noises filled the air until it faded into the distance, leaving the group in silence.
“Now what?” asked one.
“I’m not sure. Look around the room and see if there might be anything useful,” Alexis responded.
“But there’s nothing,” said the punker.
“There has to be something,” she insisted.
While the group searched the metal boxes, Alexis noticed the map on the wall next to the door. She waved to the others.
“Look at this!” she whispered. “It’s a map of the entire ship!”
The group gathered behind her and quietly raised their arms in celebration, studying the way the map was shaped. None of them could discern the alien language, but they figured the red dot signified the location of the cock pit. Alexis pointed at it.
“This must be an important room. Does anybody have a phone or something we could use to make a copy of this map?” she asked the group.
An older gentleman raised his hand and said he still had his phone, procuring it as soon as Alexis asked for him to do so. She snapped a photo and held on to the phone. The group listened carefully for footsteps. Luckily, the Vihatagons were particularly heavy, so it was easy to figure out how close they were to the room. As soon as the hall was clear, the group quickly made their way to the front of the ship to confront the captain. Perhaps they could convince him to release t
he thousands of captives held in the center of the ship.
While the group’s efforts were valiant, they were instantly thwarted before they could even reach their destination. A number of guards surrounded them and they were forced to surrender, the guards taking anything in their possession, which included the phone. They were presented to the captain. He spoke harshly to them in gurgles which none of them understood, trying hard to decipher whether he was scolding or threatening the various people in his presence. Alexis stood up to confront him, but was knocked to the ground.
Everything seemed so hopeless.
Chapter 7
As Alexis and her group of rebels were being handled by the Vihatagons, Trevor remained motionless beneath the belly of the mothership. The expansive beauty of the universe had captured his eye and distracted him from his mission. Lena called to him over the earpiece.
“Trevor? Do you think you can board the ship?” she asked.
“I think so, but how?” he responded.
“One of the wires in the control panel opens the loading dock. I think it’s the blue one to the left,” she replied.
“How did you figure this out?” asked Trevor while looking through the mess of wires again.
“I was able to--”
ZAP!
Out of nowhere, Trevor was stunned and could not move. His motionless body floated away from the hull, while the drone drifted in the opposite direction. A transporter appeared at his side that scooped him up, carrying him to the loading dock. The group of Vihatagons carried his frozen body inside, where they met with the captain who was still speaking to the group of rebels. They set Trevor down on the ground.
“We have acquired the cyborg, Captain,” said one of the Vihatagons with pride.
The captain grinned.
“Good. Take the other rebels with you back to the holding area and leave the human woman,” he replied.
As the group followed the captain’s orders, Trevor tried his best to move his limbs. The electrical charge had temporarily frozen his cybernetic parts and shocked his nervous system, effectively preventing motion. Alexis looked over the cyborg. His eyes were wrought with fear and panic, a look she readily recognized. She wondered if she would be able to help him or if the Vihatagons would somehow relieve him of the pain he was clearly in. Having suffered damage on the battlefield, Trevor was used to the pinching pain he felt around his body. It was the lack of movement that concerned him.
