The red strobe
light blinked as sparks fountained from the control panel and bounced off of my
visor. Air sucked out of a fist sized hole in the cabin into the void of space.
Pushing aside my fear, my mind raced back and forth at all the buttons and
dials that displayed the status of my craft. I had to think fast. It’s possible
my pursuer shot a hole in the canopy, but that didn’t mean the aircraft stopped
working.
I pulled back on
both throttles and slammed the right foot pedal as my craft took a hard turn
and pointed toward the craft chasing me. As I rotated, the enormous blue moon
of Jupiter, Europa, slid into my peripheral. My craft continued hurling
backward through the vacuum of space as I proceeded to hurl a barrage of silent
projectiles at the enemy, punching holes in it, sending glass and debris in all
directions, eventually slowing it down to a halt. The lights within the enemy vessel
turned off except for the single red light glowing from inside the robotic
pilot’s metal bullet shaped cranium; after feverishly working at his console,
the pilot’s head turned toward me to catch one last glimpse of his destroyer. I
squeezed both triggers sending two red comets colliding with his craft
disintegrating it after a blinding flash of light.
Then my heart skipped
a beat as my wing mate, Shoji, radioed a cry for help.
“Mayday Mayday.
Bata one do you read?” Shoji’s voice was fast and agitated.
“Shoji where are
you?” I called back.
“They got me. I’m
hit, the moon is gonna take me, man. Do something. Do something god dammit!” He
started to lose his self control and panic.
I rolled my head in all directions searching
for his ship eventually spotting it hurling toward the soft blue atmosphere of
Europa. I watched, and I followed, as that was all I could do.
In as soft and
calm a voice as I could muster, I spoke to him over the radio, “Shoji I see ya.
You’re gonna be ok, but I need you to keep your cool alright?”
There was silence,
followed by a sniffle over the radio.
“I have you Shoji.
Do you remember your training?”
We were trained,
back on Mars, how to survive a re-entry and planetary crash landing. So I
watched, and I trusted him to remember his training. Shortly after I spotted
him, I saw him eject through the canopy. The breaching weight hurled into space
while his still body regained consciousness after a couple seconds. His space
suit decelerated him with small thrusters on his shoulders. He was going to
have to land on the surface of Europa and survive. Martians never sent rescue
missions to the enemy home planet.
Visions of the
past shot through my mind. We were the two senior most pilots in our wing of seventy
other pilots. This wasn’t our first encounter with a crash landing. At the age
of Forty two Earth years old, both Shoji and I survived two previous crashes.
The first time, we landed in the terraformed jungles of Shalbatana Vallis. We
spent three days trudging through the tall Ceibal tree forests. We found a
suitable cave to sleep in through the night, and during the day we’d wander out
into the meadows to wait for rescue. After wading through dense vegetation, we
sat in a small patch we stomped flat.
While relaxing and
enjoying peace and quiet in the wilderness, Mio, one of the other four soldiers
with us, ventured out of sight to take a leak while the rest of us sat around a
small fire.
I broke the
silence with my usual untimely optimism, “Well, at least we can become
reacquainted with nature.”
Shoji snorted,
“Ha, right, wanna come pick flowers with me?”
“I’d say yes, but
that might hint that I enjoy your company.”
“What the hell are
you!” he shouted at me with a confrontational look in his eye. I laughed at his
insecurity.
Shortly after that,
Shoji raised a finger in the air commanding silence, “Did you just hear
something? Sounded like Mio.” He twisted around and his eyes scanned the tall
grass.
That was the last
we heard from Mio. One by one, hour by hour, we wandered out to search for one
another, and one by one we disappeared. Paralyzed with fear, the remaining four
of us listened to the rustle of leaves around us as the twilight sun descended
ever so slowly on the horizon.
Shoji spoke up
again, “This is fucked up. Everyone get back to the cave for the night, if
they’re still out there they know the drill. We’ll look again in the morning.”
I stood up and
turned around to begin the trek toward the cave, but froze with terror as a
seven foot tall faceless black stone being stood in my path. I gulped at the
air in paralyzing terror as the faceless statue glared down at me. The being
wrapped its long witch fingers around my arm and Umeko immediately assisted in
forcing the monster off of me. The monster plunged its entire free hand deep
into the top of Umeko’s skull, but immediately let go of me. Junko gave a war
cry as he pointed his weapon at the monster. Curse words and muzzle flashes
filled the night air in a brief moment of utter confusion.
Suddenly a hand
grabbed my collar and yanked me onto my feet, shattering my horrified trance.
It was Shoji. After quickly yelling, “Run you asshole!” He grabbed me, and he
ran for his life. Without looking back, I followed him. We ran. We panted. The
leaves crunched beneath our feet. Behind us was a single pop from his rifle and
a subdued yelp.
We found the cave,
and we hid.
After moment of
stark silence, Shoji spoke, his voice hoarse with fear, “Oh my god what just
happened why did he, he took out the men, he took them all out, what the hell
man, who was that.”
I wrapped a
fingerless glove around Shoji’s mouth to silence him, “shh!”
Completely agitated
he bit my glove nearly missing my hand underneath, I ripped it out of his mouth
and elbowed him in the back of his head, “Get a grip, it's me, man.”
His eyes sparkled
in the blue twilight wide with fear, his mouth stuttered for a minute, and then
he wrapped an arm around my cold shoulders pulling me in close to him.
Through the night
and into the morning, we huddled silently in a dark corner wide eyed with fear.
Whatever attacked us, it left us alone, and it didn’t give us trouble when we
ventured to a meadow on the other side of the forest for rescue.
Floating in space,
I had to make a decision as I watched my friend drift toward the moon. There
was no way I’d sleep well for the rest of my life knowing my best friend crash
landed and wandered the icy plains of Europa by himself with Soulless Robots
hunting him through the night, when I had full capacity to help him. My orders
were to stay in orbit and protect the Dreadnought from enemy Mech fighters, but
I just couldn’t leave him alone. Once I strayed from my objective, the Martian
fleet wouldn’t attempt to save me. If I went down to help him, there would be
no rescue. I unfolded a photograph of my family from an air tight compartment
next to my foot. All of them were gone; passed away. I was the youngest in the
family, at an age of one hundred twenty five. I had nothing left to lose except
my best friend.
My heart raced and
my hands trembled as I squeezed both throttles and pressed forward toward my
friend. Whatever destiny we faced on Europa, we’d share it together.