The air hastily rushed into the airlock as the returning group and cargo clamored to the floor, as the room changed to atmospheric conditions. Spacers started to remove their bulky helmets and breathing equipment. The Vice Admiral stood outside the locked airtight glass door. Seeing all four of them lined up, cargo in arms, and staring at her, she pressed a small green button with her thumb. The door slowly slid open, air surging between the cargo bay and the small room until the amounts of oxygen leveled out.

A lieutenant bolted past her and into the Airlock in order to collect the equipment that the Spacers had just removed. The group briskly walked past the Vice Admiral, placing their cargo in secure places, strapping some of the larger boxes on to the deck in the process. A few other lieutenants were there rushing around helping them move the cargo. A member of the Spacer group returned to the Vice Admiral to report the mission. He was nearing the end of his report when an automated alert began to play over the intercom, vivid red and blue lights flashed overhead.

“Warning. Warning, this is not a drill.” The automated female voice said. It repeated itself endlessly never informing the startled crew what the warning was for. The crew had plunged into complete chaos. Screams could be heard throughout the entire ship, echoing down the long empty corridors. The Vice Admiral ran over to one of the crates ripping off its lid; she had hoped it would have contained weapons. Instead she pulled out a torch glove, slipping it onto her hand. As she reached for another box, a large booming voice came from behind her.

“That is far enough! I wouldn’t touch that box unless you want your hand to go missing, Vice Admiral.” She grimaced at the thought and retracted her hand from its outstretched position. Scared voices began to mummer; suddenly a quivering voice spoke up.

“Commander; what is going on? Why are you talking like that to the Vice Admiral?” The crowd of traumatized officers moved away from the one heroic character that spoke up, leaving the young man to protect himself. The Commander laughed, a smile plastered over his face. Lifting his arm, a gun fallowing suit, and he pulled the trigger. It happened swiftly and almost immediately, but to the Vice Admiral it took an enormous stretch of time.

She saw the bullet as it left the gun, flew across the room, and finally entered the head of the young officer. Blood splattered on the men and women who had effortlessly betrayed his valiant attempt to help them. Frightened screams permeated the entire room, causing the Vice Admiral to wince and cover her ears. People started to run; while others clung to each other in a petrified bunch.

“Alright shut up, everyone get into the airlock!” The Commander said. Others had arrived by this time but it was obvious they were on the Commanders side; they stood behind him guns at the ready. They pushed those who would move into the airlock and those too scared to be moved were killed. The last one to entire the airlock was the Vice Admiral; she was standing in front of the of the few officers remaining, facing the commander she stood only a couple feet away from him.

She could hear her breathing and the sound of her heart beating. She struggled to think of an Idea. Her eyes quickly moved around the room, her mind shelling out possibilities as quickly as it could. It was almost impossible to think of any useable ideas, screams still lingered in the air, the warning was blasting earsplitting loud, and the officers remaining were crying and pleading for their lives. Taking a breath the Vice Admiral closed her eyes hoping to center her mind and formulate a plan. The flashing lights shone brightly even through her closed eyes.

She heard the door slowly closing, the clanking sound of the two halves meeting in the middle, the clash of metal as the airlock seal slipped into place. The Vice Admiral stared into the dark seemingly soulless eyes of the Commander. Gripping her gloved hand tightly, in a fist, she could feel the heat from the torch outside on her skin.

She pushed it through the glass; she heard a snapping sound, it was her wrist breaking but her arm continued onward, pressing into the Commanders chest where his heart should have been. He fell backwards, chunks of glass protruded from his chest. The Vice Admiral grabbed his gun with her unbroken arm. Stunned former Officers turned to face her, their guns no longer at the ready; she quickly and swiftly dispatched them all.

She started running to the bridge; you could control the entire ship from that one room. She sprinted down a hallway, her arm limp at her side. Pain rushing through her body, she closed her eyes frantically trying to ignore it. The Automated warning echoed louder in the passageway and her ears begged to be covered, but her arm hurt too badly.

When she reached the bridge she killed the few men guarding it. She didn’t know how to control the ship however she knew that cutting a certain wire should terminate all ship functions. She grabbed the biggest group of wires she could find and yanked.

The room went dark. She distinctly heard the door locking keeping her safely inside. She heard the roar of the engine dying. With a sigh she leaned back, laughing nervously. She closed her eyes and tried to relax; except she could only see intense flashing lights. She silently gasped as her eyes jerked open; she was still in the airlock, with alarms blaring and people screaming. The Commander slammed his hand down on a red bottom; the Vice Admiral closed her eyes as they were ejected out of the airlock and into space.

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 19.07.2011

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