Studious looked down at the small data pad. The only tangible proof of the mysterious Horkos.
The first instruction read. “Head to the Launch Bay.” The Colonel got up and began his short trip there.
Along the way Studious averted his eyes from those he passed, unwilling to look them in the eyes. As he neared the bay her voice called out and
“What do you think you’re doing?”
He did not speak, knowing NI was watching and listening.
But she pressed the question.
“If you don’t explain yourself I’m going to kick your…”
Whispering he cut her off.
“Look, Asher is out there he’s dying. Don’t you get it?.. Dying. The enemy is out there, I can’t explain it all, just please trust me.”
“No funny business, remember I’M
watching you too.”
Arriving at the launch bay a technician greeted him.
“How do you know my name? Have we met?”
“Yes, remember from LagrangeTWO.”
“N’of course” Studious saved himself.
“I think you should “inspect
” the new spec ops dropship we picked up.”
“Because the other was destroyed.” Studious said under his breath.
Remembering that someone on that ship out there had been behind the mind control…… behind the deaths… behind the war.
Studious was startled as he opened the door to the dropship to find 5 well armed men were already on board. The 5 men were prepping the ship for
departure and readying the recovery system. The Colonel waited for a moment. Not wanting to take that final step just yet. Steadying himself knowing
that time was of the essence. The Colonel entered and the door shut quickly behind him.
“Who the hell are you
people?” Studious asked.
“Colonel, we’re the strike team.” Their leader replied.
“What’s your name?”
“It’s Lt. Commander Ackerman.”
“You don’t look like a Marine Spec Ops unit.” Studious looked around the ship. It was far more advanced than a standard Spec Ops ship.
“That’s right, we’re a strike team.”
“What kind of strike team.”
“Don’t ask to many questions, we’ve got a time sensitive mission here.”
“What’s the objective?”
“Search and Rescue, don’t worry you’re in the right ship Colonel.”
“Right, let’s get out there, he doesn’t have much time.”
As the ship took off Studious asked an obvious question.
“How do you expect to do this secretly? Won’t the bridge be alerted of our departure?”
The Lt. Cmdr. replied with a smirk “We’ve got that taken care of. Don’t worry about it.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
The Lt. Cmdr. still smirking replied. “It means their screens won’t report anything, it’s like we never left.”
The small, dark ship took off and flies toward the bay doors.
“What about enemy short range sensors?”
“This ship was built for missions like this.”
“Why can’t you people like you ever give me a straight answer?”
“You don’t need to know, therefore you won’t”
The ship exits the bay and steadily flies toward a small dot in the distance. It appears larger and larger as the ship approaches.
Studious knows what it's like to be trapped. In the damaged ship after the battle and in the brig. Even so Studious wonders to himself "I cannot
imagine being alone in the blackness. Trapped unable move in any direction. With only the ability to flail around in place."
The dot begins to look more human and more human as they approach.
Studious looks out into the blackness he can see Asher’s maneuvering pack still spitting smoke. His injury still releasing blood.
The Colonel says “I hope you all are medics, he looks like he’s gonna a lot need better care then our bumbling sickbay will give.”
The commander starts to reply reassuringly. “Don’t worry we’ve got………”
Someone from the back suddenly yells “WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?”
In an instant Asher is bathed in a green beam of light and disappears.
“D###!” the Lt. Cmdr. curses.
All that’s left is a cloud of smoke and a trail of blood.
“Did they just….” Studious can barely get out the words. “kill him.”
One of the men from the back of the ship calls out.
“Commander we’ve got a reading, he’s on the alien ship now.”
“How do you know that?” Studious asked.
“We’ve got a tracker on him.” The Lt. Cmdr. says, recovering his composure.
The small advanced spec ops ship changes course and begins to glide towards the imposing alien ship, as the Strike team Lt. Cmdr. calls out
“Prep for hostile extraction.”
[edit on 21-5-2009 by Studious]