9 June 2012
[Collaborated story written from four perspectives - so check out @MrAlex, @eyes5ib and @Odinsfist's parts. #4war]
Darkness enveloped me. I hurriedly worked to adapt my contacts to night-mode just in time to see Alex slink away from the group to circle the figures in black metallic suits.
I dropped instinctively to the ground and crawled towards the nearest one, listening to the strange ticking the suits made as they moved.
I searched them for thoughts, motives and feelings but there was none.
They were dead shells, robot decoys.
I motioned this to Alex behind them, he grinned and pulled his favourite weapon from his side. Storm, he called it.
I shot all four in quick succession - each in their central processors. They halted, motion systems damaged. Alex took them out a single pulse of electricity from Storm.
The deep roll of sound that followed shook the floor beneath me but I held fast. Maintaining my watch on the decoys - ensuring that they fell.
Josh and Issac hadn't seemed to notice the exchange in the darkness and had already started heading to the control room of the ship.
I felt the presence of the Generals. Their minds of paralysing power and greed. I had never felt such twisted minds before. Suddenly a fear gripped my soul as all instincts told me to flee.
"If we kill them," I whispered to Alex, "The war will end."
He looked back at me, hopeful expression daring to touch his eyes. He murmured back to me, "A galaxy without war, now, that is worth dying for."
Josh barked back an order to me, nodding towards a dead-locked door. The door to the control room. I hid my shaking hands as they worked on the keys. I talked to the computer controlling the door, whispered to its artificially intelligent mind.
"Hurry up!" Josh barked again.
"I'm trying!" I snap back, annoyed that he had broken my concentration.
Finally I felt the code at the edge of the computers mind and grabbed it. The door clicked.
"Done." I called back.
Josh stepped forward. I resist the urge to pull him back. I resist the urge to scream. I hold together my exterior shield, knowing that beyond these doors the future of the Solar System rested on our shoulders.
The War - P4 (Nicola's Perspective) • Opuss № I