by Bryan Nyaude
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RETALIATION
Bryan Nyaude
All rights Reserved. The characters, events, and settings of the story are all a work of fiction and a product of the writer’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual person, living or dead is entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 2014 by Bryan Nyaude
ISBN-13: 978-1495964992
ISBN-10: 149596499X
Book Design by Creative Space
Image Design by Shutterstock.com
Edited By: Jennifer Stowe
Data Contents
Dedications
Last SOS signal
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Book 2 Annihilation
Dedications
I dedicate this book to my family and friends who supported me and believed in my dreams. Thank you for your patience and loving support, you are the inspiration and the motivation that keeps me writing
E556 SOS
->19 June 2984---1600hrs
->Section 8 Delta 4--- Helian Galaxy
->Command Priority level 10
This is Captain Zane. L. Maker of the Planetary Frontier Destroyer requesting emergency assistance in section 8 Delta 4. We are under attack, stranded and surrounded by terror beasts. Our ship crashed upon entry into orbit and we were ambushed by the beasts before we could initiate phase 2. As suspected, Erzat is the original source of the creatures rampaging on earth. The creatures are everywhere and are also invulnerable to our weapon systems. Due to interference from another intelligence life form, the primary mission has failed. Wait, there is something else here, something big and powerful. I don’t think we can stop this thing. I repeat we need assistance immediately or we will all perish. Do not use the galaxy bomb under any circumstance, the enemy has a -----!!!!
->Transmission ended.
1
“Everyone, strap in, ETA in five minutes,” Lieutenant Jack yelled, as he pressed the panic button on the emergency wire system. “This is going to be a bumpy landing; some of you might not make it.”
Oh no! Now why would he say something like that? It was definitely the last thing I wanted to hear echo out of his mouth. Everyone else was in a state of panic as they bolted themselves to their seats, trying every control reboot command possible. My teeth gritted as my stomach tightened heavily. I didn’t want to die yet. I had so many important tasks I still needed to do; however, many puzzling complications emerged with the appearance of a fierce enemy we now all dreaded. I firmly clutched onto my seat as my tendons tensed in sheer fear. The sudden epiphany of realizing the inevitable doom was just too much to swallow. The left hull of the ship let out a loud screech, almost startling me to death. I gazed towards it and let out a sigh of relief, when I saw that the interior was still holding. For some unknown reason, we had lost total control of our spacecraft while descending into the alien planet’s atmosphere. Most of the control systems were completely malfunctioning as the engines each failed, one at a time.
“The com line is down and so is the moss line unit, Lieutenant,” Petty Officer Second Class Michael said, while trying to look calm.
He wasn’t fooling anyone; I could literally tell by the running sweat constantly pouring down his head. He glanced around for a second with a confused look before returning to his tasks.
“Looks like we are on our own, ladies and gentleman, so start saying your prayers now,” Lieutenant Jack laughed as he watched the monitor, looking unfazed.
“Oh please shut up, Jack,” the captain sighed, putting his right hand away from his pad.
“But it is true, Captain. We might just all die and they should know it.”
This guy was a maniac, we could all tell that these sudden turn of events were not frightening him at all. Why would someone put him in charge?
Why! Why!
This mission was supposed to be a simple and easy reconnaissance, nothing like this was supposed to happen. Well, based on the plan our commander had set for us. However, it seemed fate had other plans for us. Our primary objective was on a new planet called: “Erzat” which we found a year ago. There were sudden anomalies on the planet that proved to be useful in helping us uncover the mystery of the terror beasts that now wreaked havoc on earth. No one knows how they came to our planet, all we knew was that they were there and conventional weapons weren’t killing these things at all. In the last minute, the World Unity Army’s Tactical Science Department found something that looked interesting, and here we are. I couldn’t believe my life was flashing right in front of me. I closed my eyes for a whole second and opened them, only to realize that this was really happening. This was definitely not just another bad dream I was having, but reality. When I became a space biologist, I never imagined things spiraling out of control like this. Everyone always said that this job was were all the money was; however, they neglected to tell me all the dangerous crummy assignments that came with the title. Maybe, if I had become a doctor, then Rose wouldn’t have left me 4 years ago. Oh well, that was a long story for another time.
“T-minus two minutes to impact, people,” the captain finally spoke, getting off his chair. He slowly walked towards the main grid screen and held onto the metal rails tightly. “Copski, can you deploy the emergency shuttle from this distance?”
Copski shifted his gaze towards the monitor and typed in some encrypted instructions before saying, “no, sir, we are too high to deploy the emergency shuttle. We are in a low altitude and the gravity of this planet is pulling us in too fast. Everyone, brace for impact.”
As Copski was talking, I noticed that the lieutenant was busy laughing like a rabid hyena. Just what was wrong with him anyway? Normal humans would be panicking at a moment like this. I was freaking out of my mind, puzzled and confused as to what to do next.
“Engineers, deploy the emergency super foam and decrease the speed, using the Neos parachutes, in ETA 5 seconds on my command,” the captain spoke and got back up to his chair, to strap himself in. “I never expected things to turn out this way at all.”
You can say that again; if I had known that this would happen, I would have dropped out of college and joined the circus. I was a really good juggler and a medium skilled acrobat. However, I never told my father I had these skills at all. If I did, he would have freaked out and told me that I needed to study more and focus on my future, instead of enjoying life. Before the terror beasts appeared, I was a senior graduate student working on my PHD at the Aerospace Science University.
Nabits!
I had 3 months left before I was done with the program, which rather irritated me the most above anything. All that hard work and four and a half years worth of research had all gone to waste. But I guess sometimes things happen for a reason. Due to my expertise in space biology, I was enlisted into the Earth Resistance Base, fighting the constantly multiplying terror beasts.
“Hey, Rookie! Quit daydreaming and focus on fixing us a geographical point to land this ship.”
I glanced back to see who he was talking and noticed his eyes were set on me. The captain was actually talking to me.
Wait! Why was the captain talking to me at a time like this? I didn’t know a lot about geographic mapping. It was probably best not to tell him that I slept through that class since I always came into class tired from gym class. Crap! What was I going to do? The ship was descending down at an even greater rate due to the heavy gravitational pull of the planet.
“Whoa! Whoa, sir! I don’t think I am the right man for this job,” I quickly
answered in a panicked voice. “I am not an expert in navigating a ship this large.”
“Well, look around you,” the captain growled at me with eyes full of rage. “None of these idiots here right now have any navigational education skills to begin with. I wish the circumstances were different, but you are all we have right now.”
True enough! I looked around the compartment at everyone inside—there wasn’t anyone in the main cockpit qualified to navigate this ship at the moment, but me. The ship navigator was sick with space anxiety sickness, which I found rather hilarious under these conditions.
“Focus, don’t panic,” I calmed myself and took a long deep breath of air. “It’s easy, all you have to do is just find a small space on the light screen monitor and tell the captain.”
No! What if I messed up and ended up crashing all of us to death? Hmm! The more I thought about it, the more I realized it was a 50/50 decision and there was nothing to it. If I got it wrong, we would all crash and die, meaning no one would blame me for the accident; and if I got it right, they would praise me for a job well done.
“Okay, Captain,” I finally spoke, assuring myself I could do this.
With every passing second I spent thinking, the more the ship tumbled down towards the ground of the foreign planet. Seriously! How could a ship of this magnitude go out of control without warning? I mean, it didn’t make sense at all and it defied all logic. Nuts! I got back on task and typed in some instructions on my com pad. A six-dimensional view of the planet showed up on the main monitor, displaying six suitable landing locations and one of them was just directly beneath us. The terrain looked flat enough, although it was covered with a vast array of forestry. We were heading straight for it. But was it safe at all? Suddenly, the ship started decreasing velocity in a constant manner as if something was pulling it up. I felt small tremors beneath my seat; however, there were nothing mild to worry about.
Oh! Now it made sense. The Neos parachutes had been deployed which caused the ship to slow down a lot. The ship let out a loud groan as it tried to level and stabilize itself. Only question remaining was whether it was going to be enough to brace us for the worst or not.
“Engine 12 through 14 are down,” an engineer spoke through neon com link that was inserted into the entire crew’s contact lenses.
With these devices, we were all connected and could see what the others were seeing at that moment, although we chose not to due to privacy problems at times. From what the engineer was viewing, it looked really bad and beyond minor repair. The interior of the compartment looked completely destroyed as it lay in the ruins of the blazing fire. How could this have happened? The possible explanation was that the planet’s gravitational orbit was somehow affecting the nuclear and solar generators that ran our ship. It was an insane theory and probably best to keep it to myself.
“Rookie, anytime now would be good,” the captain boomed, sounding impatient, as he constantly rocked his left leg with his fist clenched.
Oh no! He was giving me the evil eye. As I looked back at my monitor, I could not help but feel his raging, menacing eyes looking directly at me.
“Hold on, sir,” I said and looked at my remaining option based on the ship’s speed. Wait a minute! Why was I doing the navigator’s work when I was just a space biologist? Oh right! The navigator had come up with the zero gravity illness and was out for the remainder of the trip. It was rather ironic and funny how the person responsible for navigating the ship was out cold with space sickness. Oh well! It was now all up to me to do his job as far as this mission was concerned. Using the Entrail Zoom Telescope, inserted into the navigational system of the ship, I took a closer look at the ground below us, trying to locate the perfect landing strip. For some unknown reason, I could still feel the captain’s eyes piercing through my skull like a magnifying glass. The only thing that kept me from panicking was the great view beneath our falling ship. It was almost too good to be true as I had imagined it would be. What mostly caught my attention was the vast array of trees scattered across the land and they were all blue. I bet after a while that blue color was going to start to irritate me. Candidly, I couldn’t imagine living here for a year, the planet just lacked in color.
“What’s taking so long, Rookie?” the captain got impatient and growled, knocking me back to reality.
“Here they are, Captain!” I responded and gave him the coordinates for the land site just beneath us, by transferring the information to the main screen linker.
I wiped sweat from my forehead and sighed out loudly, rethinking my choice. I sure hope I had picked the right location, otherwise this was going to be a terrible disaster.
“I sure hope you picked the right location, Rookie,” captain commented, scanning through my data.
“My thoughts exactly,” I said to myself, readjusting my back towards softer portions of my seat. The captain let out a large humming sound and gave me a nod of approval, before turning towards the corporal.
“Corporal Gatei, steer the ship towards these coordinates and maintain this speed.”
Suddenly, a list of the crew’s names popped up on the screens, displaying names randomly.
I felt a slight tingling feeling as if something was out of place. It was rather odd that among the crew were some of the most infamous soldiers and mercenaries—going back to 50 years ago. Interesting! This wasn’t just another reckon and search mission, was it? I believe there was something much more going on than I was briefed on, in my mission data.
“10 seconds before impact,” Corporal Gatei yelled, steering the ship hard right.
There was a loud tremor as the ship shifted in a spiral motion towards the right, engulfed in massive flames. Thin smoke began to simmer into the cockpit slowly, clouding our vision. I covered my eyes with both arms, blinding myself from staring directly into the eyes of oblivion. I heard the emergency super foam erupt from the metal walls of the ship and completely engulf every crew member. The foam was a mixture substance that hardened upon impact, minimizing the damage to the crew and the ship’s interior. Without a slight warning, I heard a huge thump and it felt like my head was about to explode. I felt nauseated and dizzy all at the same time, which was something I had never experienced. It happened so fast and hard I barely noticed but only felt it. The ship let out a massive roar as it crashed and kept moving through the ground. I felt it stop after a few hard, long agonizing seconds as everything went silent. Wait! I was still alive; I had survived the crash and certainly hoped everyone had, too.
“Is everyone alright?” a voice spoke through the com link.
“Yeah, we read you loud and clear. How are things down there?” another voice replied, followed by static noise.
“The ship is severely damaged; however, the foam managed to reduce the worst case scenarios. We are now deploying emergency kits and trying to get everyone out.”
That was all I heard before the com link became static. My body was in such a shock that it was hard to move, and due to the foam that had hardened around, I was trapped in a state of suspension. Breathing slowly, I felt disoriented and sleepy as my eyes felt heavy. I knew I had to keep myself from sleeping in case the com link came back on again; however, there was nothing I could do this time to stop my body from disobeying me. Slowly, I closed my eyes and fell asleep without a fight.
“Den! Den!” a voice was calling out from somewhere. “Den! Can you hear me?”
The voice sounded familiar like it belonged to someone I knew. I opened my eyes slowly and saw Sidney. He was sitting by my side with a lance rifle on his lap constantly looking behind and in front. His facial expression was strong and determined, as if he had something to prove to everyone.
“We have to go now!” he shook me viciously with such brute force it almost yanked my arm off. “Two terror beasts have been spotted somewhere around here. The earth's resistance has deemed this area a hot zone, and they are going to deploy the Diron robot battalion to battle the creatures. If we stay here, we ar
e going to be in terrible danger.”
“Sidney, you are alive?” I asked him, with a surprise look on my face.
“Of course I am, you idiot,” he snickered in a comment, looking at me weird.
It was as if I had seen a ghost from my past. Sidney and I were childhood friends; he was the only person I could truly talk to and I thought of him as a brother, so seeing him right now after what happened four years ago was a surprise. Wait a minute! This was exactly how it happened four years ago, in this very same position we were in which meant...
“Sidney, wait!” I yelled at him, as he got up and fired a lance bullet at an incoming terror beast with his rifle. The next thing I remember was the beast charging at him, barely injured, and snatching him away quickly without a moment’s thought. I sat there, with my mouth open wide, filled with anxiety and terror.
“Sidney!” I yelled and suddenly I was up again, somewhere aboard a soft inanimate object.
“Don’t get up yet or you will slow the regeneration of your damaged arm.” A robotic voice spoke to me.
This compartment I found myself in was part of the medical facility, on the posterior part of the ship. It was a relief to see that it wasn’t as badly damaged as the rest of the ship was. The interior walls still looked metallic blue, with no sign of a fire ever glazing them
I slowly placed my back on my emergency regeneration bed, and turned my head to look around. The whole room was filled with injured people who were in a much more terrible condition than I was, which made me realize that I got off lucky. I felt a tingling sensation in my right arm, followed by a slight acute sense of pain. I turned my gaze right and looked down at the arm. It had been severely shredded just up on the upper region of my bicep muscle. The tendons near that region looked completely torn and damaged. This explained the loss of strength and the ability to rotate my forearm. Fortunately for me, the neon alpha particles spread around the entire room helped catalyze the cellular regeneration to my arm tenfold.