His Last Mission

The scenery was no different from the many missions he had already succeeded in the sector of the Milky Way galaxy. The illuminating sun, the coldest moon, and the scattering fragments of planets, mixed with astroid fields surrounded the abandoning planets almost kept the same as the last time he was in the sector. The Milky Way had lost his prestige over the years. It was only considered as a final test between the two great planets that created the best breed of warriors in all the universe. Every sector and sub-sector knew about the Milky Way factor as a final training practice. Practice for the professionals, but missions for the newly cadets that had been cleared with great recommendations from their head captain.

Counted, he had counted his missions with accuracy and trophies. In his three decades at the division, his missions number attained 300 hundreds and he had returned with glory and pride for his captain. Whenever Carter returned from a mission, this was the only time Captain came out to prove his success. Carter, knowing captain insurance behavior, brought irrefutable proof in sense of honor. No one never knew why but it seemed to work for both of them. Not that he would change his mind or his expression about Carter allegedly gift. Yet, their connection was not something as simple as being the new generation of warrior and his captain. It was much more.

He had never known his father. According to the Earthling law he should have had one, but they never found it, so he only recognized his captain as his father in his head, which made it easier for him to follow orders. Orders, this sense of duty streamed in his veins automatically. His body reacted without his consent and his mind did not fight back to question any of them. He could not switch it off even if he wanted too. Not that he wanted to disappoint his captain father figure. Tapping him only in his shoulder after each mission represented much to him than anything. The division did not have time for sentimental attachment, either from the captain side or the cadets. The Captain always gave him that satisfactory look, even though his face did not show much emotions at all. Kept both hands behind his back and walked a straight line without fail. Carter followed right after and got into the training room. In fact, Carter had spent all his days in the training room and the results had been more than satisfactory. His body confirmed his testament with big marks. He weighted 300 thousand pounds and much of it packed in muscles, height around 7.3, and straight handsome figure with big blue eyes, sharp nose. His eyebrows though always folded above his eyes intimidating the circle around him.

From the moment he opened his eyes, the captain had been the person he saw. At the age of 15 years old, he looked exactly like the captain in style and in confidence. Talking for them was done in the battlefield and with extremely need in the camp. The best picture Carter had in his locker was captured in his last days of training with Captain giving him his first blaster for his first mission. The law for him did not have any other name than the Captain. He taught him everything he needed to know in the battlefield and more. Physical contact, weapons, tactics, and patterns; Captain found a promising young warrior to develop at his image and he did not fail to teach him everything. Almost everything, because he did not teach him what he knew from experiences or during his days as a cadet in the division. Carter resulted to be the first full time warrior and emotionally unattached person ready to face the purest form of danger the planet might encounter in the future.

Only both of them remained from the team. From two separated big trees, Carter and her teammate took refuge behind them. The tree resembled the giant pillar in Rome possessed in his time of glory on Earth. Saving their life had been the only thoughts in Carter mind for over two hours. The three first teammates winded up in irreversible condition. Their body did not stay much for him to bring back in case of examination or new discovery in this planet ecosystem. His head played as many scenarios as he could think and he even invented some, particularly with the exact circumstances in their current position. Even with his quick thinking and his tactics, nothing brought him a concrete response. Feeling upset, he bit his lips so hard that he bled over his protective and the blood fell in the soil of ground giving an acidic odor they were not familiar. He closed his eyes under the gargoyles and held tighter his full long range blaster. However the answer he wanted could not come from this simple move. He looked at the blaster and his thoughts traveled again to his captain. The word father came into mind. Impossible, he could not possibly call his father to help him. He did not know the guy. As far as he knew he did not have one, except his captain. His pride would not let him to go down so low, let alone his captain. What a shame it would be for his captain to see him pinned down. He should be the most powerful warrior, yet he had been useless for two hours and a half now and waiting.

"What do you see?" He asked when he tend to look at her teammate in the same condition he was.

"Nothing" she responded, she was breathing loudly - which located exactly where their desperate self positioned from whoever was out there.

In the Milkey way galaxy, after the invaders came and destroyed it, the planets approached one another and the sun turned as a bacon for warriors and bounty hunters around the galaxy to come and to claim whatever they wanted. By this time, Venus took the place of the center planet with the new wealth it gathered during the time of Renaissance. So the presence of a warrior in the Venus surface would be almost impossible to avoid. Some species preferred the new composition of the atmosphere. It had a lot new gases including oxygen and carbon dioxide. Some gases were stronger than other; however, for some reasons all of them could occupy the same space. Reaction could happen at anytime but in smaller scale. This possibility only permitted anyone or anything to inhabit this new formed planet.

"As soon as your giggles fail, take them off." That sentence had been graved in his mind since his first time in the camp and he performed with the highest IQ. Doing the gesture to take off the gargoyles happened before he could notice. Besides, he felt this nuisance sliding down from his forehead to his cheek, he shook his head to send it away, but the feeling kept on going. He decided to use his hand and for the first time he noticed he was sweating. He heard of it by the cadets who experienced fear in the battlefield. Fear can only catch you in the battle field of you were not prepared or you failed to prepare your surrounding.

"No this can't be happening. I am…" The sentence did not have an end since he did not want to affirm the truth.

This new feeling started to get the better of him with each passing minutes he could not move a muscle. Two more shots fell into the trees behind him. He could feel the impact of the fire, if such fire ever touched someone he knew what would happen. His teammates were the demonstrations. He was afraid and the fear was growing little by little. He left the right hand from the blaster and took a look. The trembling feeling had reached him strongly in his hand and the shaking did not pass until he squeezed his hand into submission. However, how many times would he be able to resist?

The conditions of his predicament worsened every time he could not come up with a permanent solution. Suddenly a kangourex appeared in front of him, at ten feet of his position, leaping with agility and fitness. The animal would reach him with two more leaps. The kangourex had all the dangerous elements in both species. The head with the hard bone on top, the big unbreakable teeth, the boxing arms with the claws, and the big feet to pulverize everything in its path. One of these three touched you and you are a goner. Fixing on Carter position, it jumped without interruption and the meal time just came into play. The ferocious animal got exited when their eyes crossed each other and he could see the fear in Carter eyes. This specie just made his presence known and wanted the prey it fixated. Carter had met countless new species on Venus before and his best method yet had been a single shot in the head. Never failed he used to say in the regiment.

"Carter!!??" her teammate yelled at him twice noticing he could not move a finger. Frozen, fear, the captain had eradicated these emotions from him long ago, so Carter thought. Carter had been trained in the camp since the moment he could hold a first rank blaster. Hesitation, well let just say Carter never knew the words think twice. He moved swiftly and quickly, under pressure or not, on foot or on ship, Carter did not and would not stop for anything other than success. His pose defined the term being aware of his surroundings, he improved it and polished it to the finest point.

All the battle simulation he ever conducted during his training and his missions remained for young cadet to overcome if they wanted to pass the final exam. Their dedication had to be over a 150 percent and their mind had to know only the order at hand. From the score of Carter, captain set a new sort of laws and records to obtain in order to become the next best warrior. Following his name and his accomplishments everywhere, the cadets held him in the pedestal he had earned and he had built in his incredible journey in the division. Anyone would believe in the perfect success knew what he looked like or his name was, Carter. Impossible or imperfection did not exist no more in the vocabulary of the cadets. If he can do it, I can and before dawn half of the division reached the objective.

One, two three shot fired and the kangourex fell before its feet and he pulled back like a baby looking for protection in his mother's arms. "Carter, snapped out of it. We need to leave now." Her teammate stated the obvious to him while shaking him to wake up. He turned his eyes to her and noticed the bleeding in her shoulder. He usually was the one who had the most battle scars after a mission. Scar and mistreated injuries represented the countless number of stars he collected during his missions in the Milkey Way only. "Scars are record for times to come." The captain told him once when he got his first scar in his tenth mission.

In his tenth, he became a bounty hunter to rescue a young lady. During the rescue, he had to affront the kidnappers and one cut him hard in his shoulder. The raging laser blade ravaged his protective suit to catch his shoulder. He shot one, put one unconscious, and sent the other in the vacuum of space. He returned the girl to the authority of the division to do the delivery and continued in his daily missions.

The sound of a firing blast fell behind the trees they were hiding. One, two three shots again, it had discovered their position and it was not planning on letting them go. Her teammate run across the way between the two trees, grabbed him in the shoulder and followed the way back to the ship under the endless shots of the unknown warrior. The firing stopped as soon as they got up in the ship. He dropped his head over the gun at point blank. He did not think twice to shoot until her teammate dived the ship and shook his ass of the seating block. She switched the ship into autopilot and turned to look at Carter, the joy and pride of the captain. Now, The scary little boy who lost three of his companions in the most simplest mission of all time in the camp. She attained to her shoulder and returned to the command.

The main course of action in a known territory with an unknown warrior resumed to the pull back of the team. She did not bother talking to him, because he knew what kind of man he had become under the captain directory. Silent, arrogant, proud, and invincible, that last one would not stick much, after this fiasco in the Venus planet. Sure, he contained many unidentified new creatures and beasts, but the transformation it received after the invaders Venus was one of the favorite planet of all in the division concerning unknown territory or unknown warrior.

Half way, Carter stood unloaded his protection gear. The gargoyles were already lost so he went directly to his shoulder and his arms. He entered a combination under a tiny box and the hardship shoulder and the arm opened in each side of the specific point he was attached. He held each from his wrist and pulled them out in one swipe. The protective opened with a will of their own, leaving the body of a ungrateful warrior. The sound they emitted in the floor proved they weighted tons. He bend as well to detach the ones in his legs. The same reaction occurred again. He held his neck to crack his bones and put in place his muscles. The tons did not mean much since he had been wearing this outfit for over thirty years now. He looked around and found the corner of the armory as the perfect spot to recharge his state and his spirit. Yet, nothing occurred during the long run of five hours.

In his lifetime in the camp, this would be the first mission he failed. He tried to talk but nothing succeeded to pop out of his mouth. Everyone knew what happened to whoever failed a mission, mostly in Venus planet. However, his spirit could not be further from the truth. Carter tried something even he did not think might relieve him from his defeat. He noticed the passing light speed of the stars in the darkness of the universe. He walked to the ship command and pressed the window button, which opened right away and he step back to contemplate the wonders of the tiny lights shining in the center of the galaxy aligning with the speed of the engine. He admired them as long as he could, but it was the first time he could satisfy his curiosity out of what he grew up and the conception he conceived of things out of the general order of the captain.

All Carter knew while growing up was his first priority rested on accomplishing all his missions with success and return with the team he went with. No men behind, the only concept that the Earth civilisation left behind, worth of keeping in this era of Wars and Missions. Material stuffs and wonders beyond the camp had been irrelevant for the captain and him. Pleasure was a word they might hear once in 10 cycles. Satisfaction resonated in their head and their ears everyday and every time they achieved their missions or they attained their goal. However, knowing the different sense of the word, besides finishing a mission with success did not puzzle them in any way.

"Take the long way home. I want to see the dark sky." he manifested with his hand moving it up and down telling her teammate to slow down. She executed his last order since he would not give those for a longtime after this distraught day. She slowed down the engine and took a look once more at him then she saw it. In the cadet failure in a mission, the captain handcuffed him and transfered him as a prisoner to his old friend in the other side. No one had never known what was waiting for them behind the middle door. This door represented the doomsday for many and a motivation for some. During Carter time in the division, he only heard mention of this door once and this destination was in his plan until this first failing time of return from his last mission.

Carter had been the favorite of the captain for over 20 years. Carter was 35 years old right now and a realized warrior in the camp everyone looked up to or his captain. Since he strayed really in his training, his body was well built through the roughest training of the captain. His muscle popped it in every clothes of the military, tall, calm, and arrogant. He had right to be, he was the best in the camp after the captain. Everything he learned from 15 years old came from the captain and his experiences in the field. He passed most of them to his allegedly son, Carter. Yet, Carter had more under his sleeve than just an arrogant attitude and a unweaving pride. He had that sense of duty behind his eyes who might encourage you to follow him without hesitation. It was one of the many skills a true leader must possess in the regiment. Carter had it naturally in his blood. Gathering people was no mere trick to him. Captain face usually did not express emotional sensation. In Carter presence, sometimes you might feel his joy and pride.

Carter closed his eyes and let his head knocked in the door of the armory behind him. Five minutes later, his snoring noise kept her teammate up long enough to journey back to their planet, the largest ship in the Wolf galaxy, The Sphinx.

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 27.06.2016

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