The door slid open with such smooth grace that any person
would hardly even know that it was there. No noise, not even a blinking light,
as it was set to do one solitary task. Open. Stepping through the airlock and
walking forward three metres, placing the white bag onto the cold metallic floor,
the man quickly surveyed the interior. He’d seen the diagrams, with the many
wires hidden behind the various panels and seals, but it still required a few
seconds of concentration.
Glancing through the port window he placed his hand onto the
glass, if he could call it glass, as he’d studied the exact specifications of
such items. Quadruple-glazed, layers of transparent aluminium ceramic composite
glass, as well as three 25mm-thick pressure panels. He could place a grenade
against the glass and it would hardly even notice. The rest of the structure, on
the other hand, wouldn't fair as well.
He could feel the cold, despite the heating and sun
bellowing heat from 93.7 million miles away. Removing his hand, leaning over to
his bag as he knelt, he started to recall how this space vessel came to exist. We’d
discovered a new method of travel, a new energy unlike anything known before,
which was shrouded within a secrecy that no-one could fathom let alone
realistically care about. We were explorers, ready, waiting, no matter the
cost.
He removed a small black metallic type box, the size of a
brick, from the bag and pressed a selection of buttons as the display blinked
into life. His mind, still racing,
recalling, remembering that his own Father gave his life to test the
acceleration of the first prototype. 1 million miles in 12 minutes. 12 minutes
after the start his Father was dead, virtually compressed into the rear of the
cabin. Emotions aside, he’d learnt to live with these thoughts many years previous,
as a child, although they still haunted him to this day. You could learn to
accept things, even move on, but if your mind’s subconscious decided otherwise
there wasn't much you could do.
Placing the black box, to his side, he removed two more and
once again pressed the buttons. All three, now sitting next to each other on
the floor, blinked in unison. There was no going back, no way to relent, but
that was okay as this was his life’s work. His Father died to bring them here
and he was going to die to take them back. He could walk onto a shuttle, return
to the planet below, but today was not going to be one of those days. A captain
of a ship would die along with his vessel and if he was committing 2,000 people
to death, then he’d damn well join them.
He thought about the people, on-board, all laughing, excited,
realising that they were about to become history, the historic event never
undertaken by man, woman, or child. On any other day, if there were a way to
change things, he’d join them on their grand adventure to the stars. After all,
as they knew, there were planets out there fit for life.
He grabbed two of the black boxes, placing one to the other
side of the five metre by 6 metre air-lock. Walking to the rear of the room he
placed the second just above the control panel. He turned and looked at the third
box as the inner air-lock door opened. With lightning speed he reached behind his
back, grabbed the gun, bringing it to head height as his knees flexed and his
eyes targeted. The woman, who had just realised what was happening, placed a
hand onto her stun stick. She fell forward as the solid metallic dart ripped
into her knee cap, throwing blood forward as well as backwards from either side
of her knee. She’d scream but it wouldn't do much good as the air-lock door
closed behind her. Grasping her knee, eyes shut, the suit compressed just above
the wound, cutting off blood flow, injecting pain killers and allowing her to
once again open her eyes.
“We’ve come so far, haven’t we,” he said as she steadied
herself, “One moment incredible physical pain and then, nothing at all.” He put
the gun back into the rear holster and walked over to the last remaining black
box. She didn’t know what to say, her mind racing at a thousand miles an hour, filled
with fear, questions, worry and, of course, wondering what he was doing. He
placed the last remaining box into the very middle of the room. Finally finished,
relaxed, accepting what came next, he walked over to the woman, sat down next
to her, folded his legs and smiled.
She looked into his eyes, finding it odd that he didn’t look
crazy or delusional. He actually looked kind, even sensitive, a kind of warmth
not often found. She pushed her fear aside, “Are they…”
“Bombs?” he interrupted, “Yes, yes they are!”
Her mind collapsed with the realisation. Her children were on this space ship.
Her very reason for living, for being.
“I have children here… please!” she proclaimed with as much emotion as she
could feel. As she spoke, her leg starting to pulse with the returning pain,
her eyes welled, and tears started to slowly fall.
He knew about life, they both did, the cruel nature of
things amongst the pure beauty of it all. He would let them live, he’d let them
all live, if he could, but that wouldn’t happen. He’d planned for over a year, which
meant that the only chances he’d have was, unfortunately, this single solitary
moment. He looked down, taking in her pain, knowing how it could feel, “I’m so
sorry. What’s your name?”
“Robin.”
“Robin. That’s a beautiful name. What’s your children’s names?”
“Sarah and Oliver.” She replied starting to shake as the shock crept over her.
He nodded, looking at his heads-up display that was being sent from his contact
lens. 25 seconds remaining before the bombs would rip away the secondary main
air-lock which, in turn, would cause a chain reaction of decompression that
would rip away the rear vent seals, causing three internal safety doors to buckle,
cave, then completely destroy everything. The section they sat in, right now,
was one of the safest areas of the ship for that very reason but, as with many
plans, the right tin opener would open any tin.
He leaned forward, placing his forehead against hers, her
tears still falling to the ground. “Before we go I want to tell you why I‘m
doing this. Please believe me when I say that if there were any other way, I’d
take it and spare everyone but there isn’t.” Her crying slowed as she listened,
wanting there to be a chance of rescue, of recompense for what was happening,
to which he continued.
“You see, this ship is unlike any ship ever created and may never, ever, be
created again. We found something, something so unique that it might be a once
in a lifetime discovery. We found a power that could cross a galaxy in days, thrust
us into safety away from a single solitary point of failure. But there was a
catch. With great power there is always a cost. Kings lose their minds, become
corrupted. Egos flail or wise men become fools. The engine in this ship needs fuel!”
He moved his head backwards, smiled, as she looked inquisitively
through her fear and pain, waiting for the answer. Five seconds remained…
“The power source of this ship is human souls and that’s why
it has to stop!”
As her mouth fell open, the realisation for all of the
security, the ship’s cargo manifest, the disappearing people, all became clear.
The counter reached its last second and in that last moment he leant forward,
his own fear taking hold, as they both wrapped their arms around each other.
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