Friendly Lands – Galacta Niner


Scouts returned bringing news about the secure location near the cave with an easy access to the water, so senior Captain waved for move out and we went there. Nervous soldiers lead the column to the entrance, throwing their eyes over shoulders while carrying the wounded on the stretchers.

– Have you ever fired one of these before? – Captain asked and I shook my head, – Great. You won’t be any time soon. All we need is these boys questioning on which side are you on, so as long we have men, you don’t need a blaster.

From the edge of a cave, I saw our destroyed spaceship frozen in the moment, sparkling parts of the backup console rotating, winking through the smoke of razor rain washed in warm colors of sunset. Someone brought in a carbonated breastplate of a space soldier that burned out in the atmosphere. We all stared at it for some time, then we buried him on the top of the hill.

At first, I thought of it as a curse, but days passed slower on this rock, so sunset lasted for hours. Miraculos sight of destruction above us and tranquilising sunset haven’t help a lot to the fret guys that anxiously held their weapons, lost gaze stretching for miles in the distance.

– I just wish to know where are we. What’s the name of the rock we’ll die on? – Captain mangled a cigar in his teeth, frowned while repairing the LED torch.

– You can name it Sir. Maybe your name, maybe mine. We are all dead. – I scoffed and threw a pebble on the ground, then got back at watching the ship gaining that white color of the Moon.

At the last hour of the sunset, corners of the sky let us see the stars appearing around what could be our end. Soon after that, the enemy fleet marked its presence by turning their cannons at the surface of the planet. Their profiles were mortifying to anyone who would find himself looking at them. They lined up various in shapes, a tactical spacing out between the lines of destroyers ready to let the swarms of drone fighters at us.

Calm. Everything was calm. Sky was burning, orange and red consuming the streams of smoke, darkness creeping in from all directions and calmness. I sat on a piece of rock near the exit, when something moved in the distance. The creek, hills behind it and trees moved up, ground shaking and metal pipes elevating at the enemy fleet.

– What the fuck it that?! What is that?! Captain! – one of the soldiers cried his lungs out when Captain ran up to us and forcibly stopped by grabbing my shoulder.

A true miracle happened right before us. The landscape we knew wasn’t naturally made like that. It was more than we could imagine. It was something else. It was a war planet, an ancient weapon long time forgotten by its creators and now, planet was awaken.


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