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Space Terrors Part II

July 21, 2009

The alarm sirens were deafening. Red lights were pulsating throughout the Endless Journey like strobe lights.

Zygrila stumbled out into the hall and saw her two friends in a familiar state of confusion.

“Whats going on?!” shrieked Qwerty.

“Enemy invaders are attacking the Endless Journey. My dad went to meet them and see what he could do!” said Zygrila, struggling to maintain her cool. Her calm under stressful situations was a trait she had inherited from her father, and it served well her at moments like this.

She looked around the space station and only saw pandemonium. People running around searching for loved ones, children huddled in corners crying — if only she could check on her dad to see what he was facing.

She raced to the command center, passing through masses of fearful neighbors. When she got to the command center, she saw her father sitting in the captain’s chair, deep in conversation. On the video screen in front of him was one of the most hideous creatures Zygrila had ever seen.

A slimy, red-eyed, multi-tentacled monster was speaking in a slurred tongue Zygrila couldn’t make out. A translator was at work for her father, but Zygrila couldn’t hear what was going on. For all she knew, the alien invador could be telling her father that an attack was inevitable and destruction was sure!

Worry started to consume Zygrila, but she fought it off, telling herself that she would not panic until she was sure of the facts either way.

But the alien looked unlike anything she had ever seen before, and it definitely seemed angry and evil. Even in space school, she had never studied a race of alien like this — it was absolutely foreign to her.

She strained to see the look on her father’s face, but it was the usual: a poker face. The captain never showed emotion, least of all fear. She would have to find a way to get inside the command center if she wanted to know what was happening.

Just then, the video screen went black, and her father got up from the captain’s chair. He and his crew were exiting the command center on their way to the fighter jets. This meant war. This meant that her father was in danger. This meant that if she didn’t say something, then this may be the last time she ever saw her father again.

“But Quartog won’t back down, Captain!” she heard Targon, her father’s second in command say. “If we go out there, sir, it will be a suicide mission!”

“And what would you have me do instead, Targon?” yelled Cyrus in reply. “Simply yield the Endless Journey to Quartog without a fight? Do you expect me to sell out every single one of our people without fighting my damndest to uphold my duty and keep these people safe? You heard what he said Targon: either we let them take all of our people as slaves to the Quartog race, or they’ll blow us up. If there is a chance I can make a difference in this war, I’m going to take it, and either you’re with me or you’re not.”

Cyrus then turned and hastened to the fighter jets, ready to give his life for his space station.

Zygrila saw her opportunity.

“Dad! Dad! Wait!” She screamed through tears. “Wait, Dad! Stop!” she cried.

Cyrus immediately snapped his neck backward to confirm what he worried he had just heard. He then saw his only daughter running towards him with her arms outstrtched. And then he did what was undoubtedly the most painful thing he had ever had to do in his life.

“Targon! Take Zygrila back to her room. Do not let her leave, do you hear me?”

“Yes, sir.”

Targon went to Zygrila, picked her up and carried her back to her room. She kicked and screamed and cried and writhed, but there was nothing she could do. All she could see was her father looking at her with a strange look on his face that she couldn’t understand. Why didn’t he say goodbye? Why didn’t he let her run to him? Why did he choose death over her? She couldn’t understand any of it, and so she beat harder and cried louder.

“Let me go! I want my daddy!”

“He needs to do his job, Zygrila,” said Targon, “He’s a brave man.”

“No! He doesn’t love me! I hate him!”

Cyrus watched his daughter being taken to safety. He heard the things she said. He now feared the oncoming alien invasion even less. Now he knew he had nothing to fear, for no foreign alien lasers or torture methods could hurt him more than seeing his daughter in that pain. But he knew she wouldn’t — couldn’t — understand what he was doing. He knew, deep down, that what he needed to do was more important than giving her  momentary consolation. He loved her, and so he walked away.

With an aching heart but a firm resolve, Cyrus marched to his fighter jet and put on his helmet. As he adjusted his radar and oxygen levels, he looked out into the battlefield among the stars. He saw the Quartog jets waiting for him. And then he took off.

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2 Comments leave one →
  1. July 23, 2009 4:53 pm

    And then what? And then what?!?!?

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