A story by Vincent Ochen
Chapter Seven : Evolution
It was when the deportation began that we were to know the true reason why part of Sirius B had been blanketed. The dead were being piled into mass graves dug with super space graders that floated in the air and dug a hundred tons of soil at one go. One tenth would drill the soil as the other scooped it out, and poured it into another ship that would fly with the silt into a mother ship above. The dead were thrown down into the trenches. The Rallians had ships that sucked the dead that floated in the water; those on land were picked by us and loaded into rafts that were burnt to ashes. The ash were similarly picked up by the Rallians and shipped to their mother ship.
Some of us workers were later on taken up to the Rallian planet. As we journeyed we could see the great mother ship many miles away, it was big, bigger than your wildest dreams.
I felt my heart skip as we approached the massive Jupiter sized Rallian planet. It was a dark planet, black thick smoke covered it. We entered the atmosphere in silence; we saw its dark lakes, interspersed with volcanoes bigger than those we knew. These spewed ash and smoke into the atmosphere. It was this volcanic activity then that made the planet alive and also invisible. This was the exact condition they had created on the planet Tyne.
Below this surface was another world millions of miles below. It seemed the sub surface soil was a roof. Below this roof lay a world more luxurious and more beautiful than our own, a paradise of mystical and Utopian characteristics, one could not imagine that these were the creatures that would dare destroy such pristine beauty even if it was of another planet. Here birds and animals completely different from our own flew; the oceans were pure, there was no pollution here, waterfalls were in abundance; and fell from the gigantic mountains that dotted the landscape; these very mountains acted as anchors for their roof; they had made sets of metallic gliders to hold the roof of their planet.
On top of the roof the Rallians had constructed their factories; here they also made ships; Here the Rallians poured the soil and ash excavated from our planet; these soaked up the toxic waste generated from their factories.
It was in one of those waste management containment centers that I would meet the men who would define me, men I would spend a long part of my life with. It was in those moments of toil that we happened to eaves drop four Rallians discuss the capture of an Amoan child. The Amoans we came to learn were captured many hundreds of years earlier in one of the Rallian raids and made slaves just as we were; these Amoans it had been rumored were beautiful creatures but most died due to the harsh toil, millions still worked deep down in the Rallian cities. Cities we were often told of but had never seen. This planet had once been an Amoan planet, now it had been taken over. These Amoans were like Penguins, only they were taller. They grew feathers of all colours. Their hands could expand to hold any shape they wanted. Many Amoans it was rumoured had bored tunnels under the Rallian continent and had hid there, here they had created vast network of tunnels across the planet and lived in obscurity. They raided Rallian waste sites- before the wastes were shipped to the roof for incineration. It was mentioned that there were thousands of them deep in the gorges and the only reason the Rallians did not go after them was because these Amoan tunnels contained insects whose bites were fatal to the Rallians. These insects acted as food to the Amoans and these tunnels added much needed air to the Rallian subsurface soil, thus the Amoans were tolerated. The Rallians dared not poison the tunnels as these same insects acted as the first foods to the Rallian food Chain.
One of the four Rallians in the waste containment centre had a beeper placed on his arm-it raised him, all the three left and my supervisor went into the next room. When the three left the table they forgot a picture of a cut away paper that lay on the table. Curiosity took the better of me, I swept the floor and walked to the direction of the table, therein I beheld an Amoan. The very one that had been captured. He was a beautiful creature; purple blue feather coats covered his skin. This encounter introduced me to a form of technology of which we were a million years from.
While we mined our planet for energy, the Rallians mined the sun itself, this time it was Sirius B; Picture in your mind a sun your size, with a whitish brilliance and a few thousand Kilometers from Sirus A. The two stars walked together over endless galactic cycles. I could see from a hole a digital map on the wall in the adjoining room, fixed on this wall was an electronic pictograph that showed ships leave Sirius B and land at various points of the Rallian planet. My mind told me it was impossible to land any ship on a star; let alone a star as hot as yours could possibly be; this was till I could see it happen on the wall. The live telecast showed large Rallian ships set up dark reflectors a few miles from the stars’ surface; till they completely covered an entire section for the star.
The Rallian ships used special suction tubes made of Tantalum Hafnium to pull the liquid contents of the sun. Tantalum has the highest melting point of over 4,215 degrees centigrade. The liquid would be cooled with a liquid I know not and made into sun blocks; these sun blocks would be placed on other ships that brought them into the Rallian planet and I could see them assemble millions of ships on another sector of the planet.
I asked my comrade Tanlin what these were and he mentioned these were used as energy in ships. One block would last a thousand years. Mini suns in a Rallian Ship.
“It is impossible to land on a sun.” I mentioned
“But you have seen them land.” He said.
“The surface is actually not very hot about five hundred thousand degrees Celsius, the interior is over 25 million degrees Celsius- so it’s technically possible to mine the sun.” He said
These ships were then transported to an awaiting mother ship and transported to where no one knew. The Transports carried about Ten Thousand Ships at ago.
No Sirian was allowed near this area; but I went in due to circumstances I will soon explain
One Night an earthquake shook the building we were in; we ran outside in the dark and emerged in the presence of a creature no one could ever dream of. A being from the black hole that orbited the planet had just returned; we did not hear its arrival earlier. We had wondered what had invaded our planet and smote us, we began to hear stories of beings that the Rallians reported to; beings of natures no one could describe. I knew we were doomed and the same fate that befell the Amoans awaited us. It was mentioned to us that the Rallians waged a war in the edges of the universe, and they needed weapons. These Rallians it was whispered had been created at the edge of time, and they roamed galaxies in search of energy sources. Their gods it was mentioned travelled with them. Beings that had lived in a time no one could mention- a time when there was not yet time.
What we discovered was that the dark ones had come with information for the Rallians. We soon found out what that information was; it was when a mass shipment of new Rallian Prisoners came, that we discovered the immense power of these dark creatures; Many of our people had escaped to distant pockets of the Solar system and asteroids, and there bored homes into the asteroids, many of these were easily caught; those that had run to the asteroids had no food, and as they raided moons for food they were tracked and captured.
It was in those moments of death that news came to us –whispers of a cold strange nature; one that brought a trickle of excitement in the body, one that you hoped would blossom into hoe. This was the news that a Commander had survived the onslaught on the planet;
After five earth years of toil and labor, this was the best news anybody could hear and the way the message was delivered gave us much hope. The Commander, Commander Ein as he was called had amassed a number of followers; some who had fought gallant battles many odd years prior. They knew the Rallian ways and had helped the Commander build many Rallian type air craft’s. It was every ones hope to find the Commander and be saved by him. Fantastic escapades were said to have been fought by him. The Rallians it was mentioned knew about him, he was able to reach nearer to their detaches because he was not bugged and those he freed he un-bugged. They had become a menace and many Rallian columns had been sent into the forest and seas to search for him.
It was in one of those searches that a Jungle island was spotted by the Rallians. This island had specific forms of plants that were good for the Rallian bodies, they rubbed these on their skins and it chased away the many tiny flies whose bites caused boils to the Rallians. As a botanist I had to see this gem. The Rallians wanted to grow these in their planet. And so I was transported from the Rallian planet and sent on the journey back to my world.
We stopped by sky city; it had lost its brightness and became a place where the Rallians did their experiments. There they drained many a Sirian person’s blood into large vats which they then transported to the Mother ship. No one knew why they did this, but whispers mentioned particular oxygen giving plants that were watered with blood. These plants in turn where food for the dark ones.
I cried when I reached the surface of my planet; smoke filled everywhere; it had become a lifeless factory. Millions lined the surface, the once lush forests and marshes were now empty deep brown cesspool filled pits. The eyes of my brothers and sisters were eyes of death; they never smiled and threw the enormous burden on their backs into aerial trucks. That then flew off into the ocean surface where larger centers sorted the ores of their minerals and shipped both the mineral and the discarded ore away to their planet.
After we were briefed by those of our own whom the Rallians had brain washed – mainly children, we were then transported to the tropical island. There we found many Rallians; they meticulously sorted and recorded the plants and animals they found in the island. They ensured the use of every plant or animal they could find.
Deep in the Island we saw two Rallians lazy about. They wore head scanners that recorded the islands contents. We continued catalogue the plants. Unknown to me this day would redefine life for me. A short while later they walked off out of sight, and they never returned. It was approximately an hour later that we saw about twenty Sirians armed to the teeth walk toward us. On their hands the forest scanners the two Rallians had.
They walked to us. We stood about –our minds blank.
“Come with us.” One of them whispered. We rushed to them, I and three others-both the lady and Tanlin had been by my side from the Rallian planet.
We were taken into a submersible that rested a few feet from the ocean. Ten hours later we entered one of the crevices formed by the oceans, these were well hidden. Tunnels bored through it pushed us deeper into blue crystal filled holes, these provided natural light. There we met Commander Ein. He welcomed us with open hands and gave us much to wish for.
“I heard of you and believe you have the ability to help us in more ways than one.” He hugged us.
Commander Ein took us to a section of the enclosure where lay many a sick Sirian soldier, they had no doctors to help. We immediately searched our gear for any plant that could help ease their pain. Some insects sucked their blood and clotted the blood, these were very effective.
Commander Ein would later take us on a tour of his base and into his communications room where giant screens on the walls kept him abreast with the Rallian desecration of our planet. Many a recording of raids he made on Rallian ships he showed us. Some of our satellites were still in orbit and they had been of immense usefulness to the cause. They allowed a lot of communication by the Rallians to be monitored.
Then we were taken to the ship assembly site and over eight ships were being refurbished. Many of these were discarded Rallian ships that Commander Ein had taken apart piece by piece and re-assembled.
He took us to the chamber where dead Rallians were kept. These were research stations, we could see Rallian drones, Rallian armour suits, gadgets, ship models, Rallian written words were being decoded. One dead Rallian had a child on it belly.
“They are Hermaphrodites he told us.” “Our ancestors encountered these creatures; I happen to discover stories about them drawn in one of the abandoned temples.”
We made this our home and mainly worked on the sick, we also suggested fruits and leaves that offered better nutritional value for the fighters. Fish we hunted and salted for our use. It was on one of those nights that we were woken up. A raid was planned. I and Tanlin volunteered to join Commander Ein.
On the way Commander Ein told us the remarkable story about life; after their raft had been washed away, he had fallen into the sea and lay there many hours, till his body touched a root from one of the marshes. Here he awoke and used the root to climb up to shore. He was hungry and walked about to find fruits to eat. Two Months later as he familiarized himself with his environ he met what would become his home for the last two years. He found an old abandoned temple, possibly built thousands of years in the past; it had been covered by trees. He entered and landed at the lintels of the old palace and used his Nean trees to look inside-It was gigantic-there were open storage areas, prayer areas, baths, burial grounds and the like. Here he explored and here he put his home.
“My wife and child I lost….I still look for them.”
“How did you come to lead the rebellion?” I asked.
“It was in one of the days, two years ago when I hunted to survive, and mainly these were Rats, Rabbits, bush Pigs and many other smaller animals. One day I found a Rallian drone stuck to one of the animal traps I had set; it had twisted and blasted many trees around in an effort to free itself but it failed and its power had run out.
I took it away. Disabled its weapons systems and recharged the battery with all the tree saps I could acquire. It was then I tuned in to their frequency and I learnt their alphabet and with time began to understand why they had come to our planet; it was purely to mine our resources. To them we were beings very low in the evolutionary ladder. They had wanted to destroy us totally but had chosen to use as slaves. Since we were water based; they could not take us to live in their planet as their slaves. They would feed us to their fish for as long as we were still useful.”
“To complete their work would take about two centuries. They would sail on after they had stored enough energy and packed enough food to last hundreds of years and we would be kept alive in their planet to breed more food for them. This is what led me to action. It was from them that I first heard of the Galactic battle. Here I also heard about the Amoans and also of beings in the Auriga star system that were almost as advanced as we were and had to be given the same medicine as us. They had already sent one Mother ship there-A ship I heard was bigger than an ocean put together, an Inter Galactic ship.”
“I monitored their communications for many months, learnt where they stored their weapons. I easily located some of these centers and helped myself to the largely unguarded weapons, but took the chance to only remove the ones easy to get. These weapons I dismantled and studied well. It was at these times that I began to look for and rescue one Sirian after another-now we number a few thousand.”
A soldier came to him with news.
“The supply train goes to Rallian detaches at the mines. They carry weapons and food.”
“Great, lead us” He responded
“Prepare yourselves, we will have afight.”
We shipped off into the night; a dozen of us on a twenty meter aerial car, about nine ships carried two hundred of us. We reached the tracks and buried ourselves into the sand. Three hours later the train came by, over 50 wagons long. Our contact had reliably informed us of the particular wagon the food was in and the arms. These were typically at the back of the wagon.
When the train came by we got ourselves ready. These were aerial trains that flew about ten meters up the ground. They needed infra red beacons on the ground to give them direction.
As the train passed us by we shot metal ropes that attached themselves under the wagons, these then pulled us from the ground, we ran along with the train and pulled ourselves up onto the wagons, we used acidic fluids to bore our way in. Then threw the food and arms down the ground for miles and miles till we had got to our hearts contents and we used the detachable ropes to jump down to the ground. From here we radioed a team that had remained with our ships and they came to us, along the way they had packed what we had thrown. Within an hour we were on our way back to base.
From then on the Rallians began to take a keen interest in us. They increased their search; set up heat sensors within marshes and directed satellites to areas they deemed of interest. We used these perilous moments to build more and more aircrafts as well as store enough food. We knew tough times lay ahead of us.. Our plans for the year were to raise a series of hit and run maneuvers on the Rallian bases and recruit more and more people into the movement. Once we had the entire population in arms-there in we would find the opportunity to redeem ourselves over many years.
Events went very fast over the months; all the news and whispers in the Rallian camps mentioned the escapades of Commander Ein. The name had become a thorn in the Rallian flesh. They hunted for the Commander for many months without success.
On one of the dark and gloomy months, a massage came from the Rallian planet. This was carried by one of our own who coordinated spy activities up there. He mentioned that the Amoans requested his presence-They had heard of him and new the secret to our species survival.
Commander Ein stood before thirty six soldiers in the forgotten temple enclosure; he had chosen to go to the Rallian planet and there meet the Amoans, they had offered to reveal secret technologies whose blue print that they had stolen from the Rallians, but to do so they had to be taken out of the planet. These were days that would shake the foundation of time.
I and Tanlin were chosen to go to the planet; we had been there before and had been slaves who could move from moon to moon, this gave us an immense opportunity to climb aboard Rallian transports. We had captured and reconfigured many a Rallian Ship; and hoped to effortlessly sizzle into their planet; we knew the codes to be used.
Three quarters of us would embark on this journey-we had to find a refuge in the Ice moon, a moon scarcely inhabited. Our location was precariously close to detection by the superior Rallian radars. We thus had to get out of the planet.
There was a Rallian spaceport about a hundred miles from our hideout. We knew it well and had managed to scour its architecture. The Sirians that worked there would give us access. We divided ourselves into to three groups. Those that would help us escape the Sirian orbit and eventually remain behind to keep the incursions active; the other group would travel with the Commander to the Rallian planet. The others would escape to the Ice moon Lait and await any further instructions. Food and medicine were gathered in quantities enough to sustain a four thousand man army for a year.
We marched into the area by submersible crafts about three thousand of us. We would leave two thousand more in the planet. ln our two day Journey we made plans to take over the space port. Plan A was to use the workers therein to enter into the space port and take over the flight control deck. Then block all access to the space port. This would give us the ability to direct the action at our discretion. If this should fail, we had planned to capture the port by force in a massive blitz.
We knew he Rallians loved their fish especially those brought from the planet Tyne. We had secured enough of this food. My being a botanist enabled us to create a bomb with this food. A bomb hat would react with the Rallian internal fluids and burn them up from the inside.
We reached their enclave in the night. Our Subs encircled the Space Port about twenty meters below the water surface.-Then amidst the darkness we gave the servants the food. How they would administer it we awaited to see. Six Rallians manned the space port controls and about a dozen others stood guard on the outside.
It would take about half an hour for the bombs to take effect after it was eaten. We knew the cue we wanted. When we heard it- the Rallians had began to blow up one at a time. Some Rallians jumped from the widows to the ground in a ball of fire. We entered the pace port zones and shot our way through the runways. It was a complete and total surprise. Many of the Rallians were unarmed-some managed to inflict mortal wounds on some of our own, who we evacuated to the ships later. At the controls many of the communication and radar links were shut off. After we had pacified the area we set up defenses around the port. We then floated our submersibles from the water and landed them on the launch stations. It took about seven hours to launch all the eighty crafts we had. We had to pack ourselves in like fish. Three thousand of us in all.
It would take two days for the Rallians to know what had happened. The little communication devices we kept open were to remotely inform them that the base was under maintenance repair. These messages were set electronically every hour; we had the knowledge of the Rallian language to execute this out. Within this window our ships managed to mingle with the thousands of Rallian ships that plied the planets. Commander Ein, Tanlin and I were among the first to be lunched out to orbit, we then sailed along the route to the Rallian planet.
Those of our own who had remained behind would disappear away to safety in the many subterranean vaults under the continent. Another group of ships –the bulk of our crudely made fleet flew to the ice moon Tyne. This moon was barely a twenty hour journey to the Rallian planet. Here they would remain and await our arrival-if we were successful. If we weren’t they would have to find a means of survival in the many moons of our solar system.
And yes the Rallians did find out and began a frantic search of the night sky; they set up road blocks in every nook of usable territory in space. Many of these were manned by drones.
About a dozen reports came to them about a mass of familiar ships that were sighted on course for the Ice moon Lait. The Rallians sent out a hundred class one frigates-these were faster and stronger and carried enough sun fuel to last millennia’s.
This enabled Commander Ein to approach the Rallian planet with ease as attention was shifted to the Ice moon.
We almost never reached the Great planet; we had stopped to be inspected; and held a cargo of much needed medical plants that the Rallians relied on, as botanists we were given freedom to move to and fro. Effortlessly we reached the roof of the planet. From here we stole our way into another Rallian transport. Our ship was not able to withstand the tension caused by re-entry. Our energy fuse blew up, and we crash landed in dense trees; this gave us the opportunity to escape into the Forest. We moved through this forest at light speed. A forest whose trees seemed to look at us and whose birds made haunting melodies.
From the maps crudely drawn for us we had another twenty miles to go before we would reach the collection point.
Planes flew by over the Rallian sky enroute to their mighty cities. This was heaven itself.
We traveled in the night for safety; with us we had night visuals; the fruits from the trees were palatable with us, these sustained us for the duration of the journey.
It was in the third night that an unexpected danger visited us; as we crossed the myriads of strange trees. We could see birds flap up into the sky; we had startled them, carefully we moved inland, barely ten minutes later we saw the birds fly again.
“We are being followed Tanlin warned us” “Everyone up the tree and maintain maximum silence.”
Then we saw the creature, in the darkness; it smelt us and stood wherein we had last been, then it looked up into the trees; whether it could see us we were not sure of. But smell us it did; we dared not move an inch. It could raise chaos for us and blow away our cover.
“We must to neutralize it.” Retorted Commander Ein. “It could be a Rallian tracker Dog.”
Eilda, one of the young and formidable assistants to Commander Ein and Tanlin seemed ahead of us; Eilda jumped down, the beast turned to him; Tanlin too jumped down and threw a rope over the beasts Head; Eilda held its teeth, we also jumped down to kill the beast; it was at such a moment that a net was thrown over us. Then we blacked out.
When we awoke; we were inside a massive cave and a peculiar being hovered above us; it was unmistakable- an Amoan, soon many more Amoans came into the room we were in;
They were a beautiful people, their feather coated skins glowed with shades of color in the spectrum, the young were yellow, the old purple, the women green, the men blue, they were birds that walked on two bird like legs, their tail feathers bright and beautiful as a peacocks,.
They told us how the Rallians had destroyed their world, they were captured and cannibalized, and a few of them escaped into the trenches and since that time thousands of generations have lived and died there.
“Some of us still live above, as slaves and occasionally eaten like fowl at a whim.”Said Yolk- he was old, as old as the oldest men in your generation, he was at deaths door and yet he still had the hope that he would die in freedom.
With him was Heetal; he it was who coordinated all within his community, an expert at weapons manufacture. He had found a loophole in the Rallian defenses and made it possible for us to receive his chief’s message.
Jani, a son of Yolk tended to his father and had the strength of character to assume command over many a youth in this underground enclave.
“Who are these people anyway; where do they come from.” Commander Ein inquired from Yolk.
“The Rallians come from our universe; they have been here since the beginning and eventually crossed the divide; in their lust for power they gave their souls to beings we cannot explain, beings that are obscure .We still cannot comprehend.”
“And these beings in the black hole; have you seen them?”
“No, none of us has-I doubt if the Rallians themselves have-perhaps only a few chosen ones.” Mentioned Yolk. “There are beings which though neither compounds nor mixture, are not elements.”
“How can that be?” I inquired- my mind could not comprehend what Yolk had just mentioned.
“There are two types of beings, the visible and the invisible, the Rallians are the visible; their master is of a form we cannot comprehend. We give names to things according to the appearances they assume for ourselves, but these beings are of obscure form. With the ages of the universe estimated in the billions, it is not uncommon for these beings to exist.”
I scratched my head and looked at Yolk with my eyes; he could sense my mind,
“When bodies deemed to be simple, combine with one another they vanish, they are individually annihilated-they have entered into the spiritual. And they live in a black hole.” He pointed up the roof. “Which again defies reason, shall we be right to mention then that a black hole may be that boundary that separates finite from infinite.” He mentioned.
“Only an old Race like the Rallians would have the technology to summon beings in the infinite.” Said Heetal;
“But if the Rallians are of the finite type; we should have been able to detect them; but we discovered when it was too late.” Commander Ein found the opportunity to clear his mind. The Amoans had lived with these space conquers for many millennia; they knew what they dealt with.
“The same occurred with us; by the time we discovered what we delt with they had already landed in our planet and they took it away from its orbit.” “This beloved planet.” Yolk wiped tears off his eyes.
Jani went to comfort his father, Heetal served a meal for us and as we ate he mentioned what I had always thought;
“There is no rest, no chance in nature.” He said. “All happens because they have to happen.” “The arrival of these obscure beings was destined to occur. All creatures were born to fight to survive; we see it in your calm seas and in the bodies that rule space.” “We were very excited when we heard about your resistance.” Mentioned Heetal. “It was not by mistake that you began to fight, not by mistake that you and I sit here together.”
“We understood you had challenges on a fundamental question.” “How do we get out of the Rallian clutches?” “How do we fight them?” “And after we have slipped through to space, where do we go?” “Answers to these your questions we have. We are the future, we have a map of the way that will lead us to a new home, a new planet, we have the blue print to the Rallian Ships, and we know how to fly them. The Maps are in our minds. Those large Rallian ships have warp technology, to configure it we know, they have the technology to mine the stars, that technology too we have.”
“The winds of change have begun, we cannot let it stop.” Mentioned Yolk “A launch widow approaches and our destination planet is in its correct position. In haste we must leave this planet.”
This was an opportunity we could not pass. Our mission was to get the Amoans out of the planet and into the moon Lait, from there we would devise a strategy to take over the mother ship.
Our first mission was to get a ship and steal our way out of the Rallian planet with selected Amoans. Of these there would be 50 Amoan scientists.
Rechoas men had by now long landed on the moon Lait. There they hid amidst the trees that grew on the ice moon. A moon that had mountains and rivers, here they kept a deathly silence. Each time their ships lurched about us we dug deep into our hearts and clenched our teeth. Much was at stake-Our intention was to escape from the solar system and live somewhere else, if we failed in this mission our race would be extinct within a matter of a century.
How fortune loves the prepared. By the time the frigates hovered about the ice moon, Commander Ein radioed. They were at the last phase of the mission. We believe the Rallians heard it for they too began to dial into the frequency-Rechoas transmitters could sense this disturbance. He and his men hid under the tree covered areas on the ice moon’s surface. The Rallians later landed in the droves and detected Rechoas position.
Rechoa prepared an ambush.
Commander Ein and the over one thousand Amoans began to climb the long mountains that covered the middle of the Rallian planet. Put all your mountains together they still cannot match the Rallian ones, in them they curved their great ones, their evolution over millennia, first they were stones, then plants, then dragon like beasts, then they became like us, then some of them became spirits and they said they would become gods eventually.
These were moments of time, moments when life had to be desired. If we were able to pull out of the Rallian planet-then we could possibly survive.
Here we were with 50 Amoans scientists, a thousand more would help us get to the place where ships were assembled. Here ships were painted-grey and they were transported on conveyer belts to larger ships called Aldos that would send these to the mother ship.
The Mother ship itself I once had seen and was as large as a small country. It was huge-all things necessary for life was in here. Endless arrays of machines did most of the work. Their soldiers manned every floor. One Mother ship it was mentioned could carry ten thousand Aldos. We studied its blue print as given us by the Amoans
In the Ice moon. Rechoa had securely hidden his ships a few feet below the ice; he led the Rallians deeper in the trees and laid out a trap for them. They meticulously followed Rechoas group. His fighter’s had by now set up an attack corridor; they camouflaged themselves with the snow and hid till it was dark.
Then the trees began to move, and the Rallians appeared. Rechoa bid his men to take their time till the moment of attack approached. The Rallians walked in single file as they searched the area. Rechoa made sure to leave tracks with their movements which the Rallians followed. Rechoa had earlier on sent half his men seven miles backwards to attack the Rallian ships; he and the men with him launched an attack on the fifty Rallians that walked the darkness. One by one a Rallian was whisked up into the trees and silenced.
An over alert Rallian noticed his immediate soldier had disappeared from the back. He stopped and called. He then walked there and about. He stopped when a liquid droped onto his forehead. When he touched it; a form of blood formed in his hands. He looked up to see his friend and with his friend was Reachoa himself. One bullet to the skull finished him off. Reachoas men then began to shoot disproportionately. The sound of the battle forced the Rallians within the ship to run into the forest to help. This gave an opportunity for the Sirians to capture the Rallian ships. Many a Rallian pilot fought to safeguard his ship but were inundated with Sirian fire power. One to three Rallian ships escaped to the sky.
At this stage Rechoa made an out maneuver and run with his men toward the Rallian ships. These were boarded and to the air they flew. Behind they left many Rallians stranded.
He tailed the three escaped Rallian ships about ten miles into space before his men shot them to tatters. Then he led his ships on to the periphery of the Rallian planet. Behind on the moon other Sirians fought gallantly against the Rallians, hey would enable a safe passage for Rechoa.
We crouched along the rocks in the mountains. This was an extinct volcano where Rallians had started use of as a storage centre. They had bored various vertical holes onto the sides of the volcano and used it partially for research purposes. If we were to reach the Aldo in the planets roof above we had to climb through these enormous holes, careful to carry endless tanks of oxygen. These tunnels were used to send wastes up the roof.
Oxygen tanks we had aplenty. The Amoans needed it every day under the continent and had designed light oxygen tanks that would last a month at the most. We shut off a couple of incinerators in the night. This would cut off black smoke that would normally form inside the tunnels and we wore our life tanks and painfully crawled inside these tunnels. We used special metals to attach our bodies along the perilous soot colored rocks.
We had less than twenty hours to get to the top. In the day the Rallians would restart the incinerators. We would be fried to death if this operation found us inside the vents.
Once we were half way inside the vents we fired our oxygen, this lifted us slowly up. Many died in the tunnel mainly from exhaustion. We left them behind, tied them to metal poles that we fixed on the walls. The warm smoke when released would dissipate them overtime.
By the time we smelt the coarse open air above, we were for the most part exhausted. The sun was a few hours away. Our eyes landed on a military landing site that contained thousands of small ships; ships that were two sitters; five sitters, ten sitters, a hundred sitters.
The Amoans directed us on what to do-they were over a thousand Amoans and only a dozen of us Sirians. These Amoans were masters of camouflage, and could blend like chameleons. Within those few hours they mapped out every intricate detail of the ships; those that were ignitable those with weapons aboard, those that could withstand long journeys. They used ropes to go in these excursions and when they got the opportunity to enter a ship they did and opened the doors ajar for us. Within an hour we rushed to board the ships; the 50 Amoan elders we put in groups of ten per ship, majority of the others took up the smaller ships as there would be many Rallian ships and drones that would came to stop us.
Slowly we floated in the air, up to a hundred or so meters, then we went vamoose and ignited our rocket engines, we scattered our way across the endless Rallian sky. We knew the Rallian air defenses both below the planet and those in space would rain down torrents of missiles at us.
By the time we reached the stratosphere, more than a thousand Rallian drones were on our tail. The Rallian missiles shields in orbit fired endless missiles at us. Many an Amoan flew straight for these missiles-they sacrificed themselves so that the 50 Amoan elders could have a chance to escape. They did this both for missiles that came from space and those from below the planet. Many others veered off and went back down to fight the Rallian drones that menaced their way toward us. We radioed for help from the moon Lait.
Over a quarter of our ships were destroyed before we had even got out of the large planets gravity. A quarter more Amoans remained behind to engage the enemy. All the Fifty Amoans were safe. More Amoans maneuvered and flew to attack the aerial missile launchers in space.
The rest of us with about five hundred ships marched on towards the Asteroids.
At the time when we had emerged into space, our brothers from the moon Lait came to our rescue-They had heard that more Rallian frigates were launched from the planet and had almost taken off the Amoans that had acted as a buffer between them and us. Two thousand Sirians under Rechoa volunteered to fight to the death and bagan to approach the Rallian planet to the help of the last Amoans.
A thousand more we requested to help us capture the Mother ship. Tanlin had already veered off towards the ship with a hundred Amoans manned light ships; the rest would go with Commander Ein towards the Asteroids.
A hundred thousand miles and four hours later we encountered the Mother ship. They thought we were Rallian ships and had not known about the battle that raged on at the margins of their planet. The Amoans had managed to confuse their radar systems. They had earlier raided many a Rallian grave and picked up the identification chip implants that each Rallian carried. This allowed us to pass through the scanners before we were all allowed into the ships range without much ado. When we reached the periphery of the ship, we mentioned to them that we had come on a study tour and would fly about the ships exterior.
We flew hour long sorties along the width and breadth of the ship and used ropes to drop down onto the ships body; therein we searched for their extremely tiny air ducts that were used in those rare occasions to pump bad air out of the ship. Into these air ducts we pumped enormous quantities of sarin, an extremely toxic gas that attacks the central nervous system, causing convulsions and death.
After we had pumped tons of sarin across the ship, we then requested to be let in through their wavy gates.
We were like bees that flew on the doors of an airport hangar. When we had all entered the ship; we released the sarin that we had with us; we were prepared and still wore the oxygen tanks we had before; these shielded us. This alerted the Rallian sensors that immediately sprinkled water and oxygen into the ship and alerted its inhabitants of the breach and a call for evacuation.
We shot many a Rallian along the way to their communications center; its location at the top edges of the ship.
The sarin had helped us, it weakened many a Rallian, and along the paths we run in we found bodies that littered the corridors. Of these we found many of them at deaths door and helped make their journey quicker. Some Amoans then bored their way into their arms depots and we secured the arsenal needed to capture the ship in totality. We estimated about two thousand Rallians would be in the ship.
“If you do not come in ten hours, we shall leave.” Echoed the words of Commander Ein as we began our attack on the Rallian Mother sip.
By now they had successfully landed on the Asteroids and awaited us for a voyage across the stars. With them were the 50 Amoans with the blue prints to our future. The Amoans had convinced us of many planets capable of harboring life out there and they had visited many at a time when they were free.
The decision to take over the mother ship was one of impulse, as we left the Rallian planet; I asked price Ein via wireless if we would make it to the next star system, he mentioned the idea would be to reach deep space and then remove the sun fuels from the tiny rafts and insert them into two or three larger ships.
I asked him if he would give me the permission to take a few fighters and try to take over the mother ship
He mentioned that he considered it crazy but if we could escape the Rallian atmosphere he was optimistic that we may pull it off, and gave me the go ahead.
Over a thousand of us went into an operation what would become known as the operation of life; for we destroyed enemy life to save our own. Our mission was to penetrate a hornets’ nest, fight our way to their communications center and commandeer the ship.
To be a botanist came handy, I knew certain hostile ants can camouflage into other. And so like a leviathan it awaits the right moment before it strikes with a flash.
In a typical Rallian battle, the machines do the war. Rallian life was too precious to waste-their women had become old- then they overtime evolved into asexual beings by both evolution and medication. Perhaps one of the unique survival skills of a race among the abundance of space.
By the time we reached their communications center we had fought spirited battles with more than a hundred of them, they killed some of us, and many had covered their faces with gas masks.
All over the ship we beat them left and right –till we had harassed them to warrant us a pest- and so as they opened more and more of their air vents, more and more sarin streaked through. We had gambled and it had worked.
By the time we blew down the door to their communications center and shot those inside they had sent many messages for help to the home planet to alert them of the situation. Their home planet had problems of their own, many of their space ports had been destroyed by the Amoan fighters and they could not launch fighter ships.
Above them many more Amoan rebels had been joined by thousands of Sirian fighters and had taken a deep hold on their ability to offer any help.
“We will fight it out.” The Rallians in the Mother ship radioed back-and they began to evacuate onto the Aldos-many that were still airtight.
They also released those dreaded spider drones. We feared them and took evasive action. A few of us were killed by these metallic spiders. The Amoan urine helped a lot; it was here we discovered these spiders machines froze on contact with urine. We all began to pee on the floor and walls as our engineers tried to configure the codes to stop these spiders. We succeeded and hot coded them to look at the Rallians as the enemy and they gladly helped us totally defeat their own masters.
About a thousand Rallians had managed to escape aboard about twenty Aldos, there was a pile up when the sarin seeped into many others. And as they ran off into space we went to their engine rooms and finally gained access to their ship control center. We then sent out squads to comb the floors. By the time we took over the ship no Rallian remained alive- the Amoans guided the ship at great speed towards the asteroids. We radioed Commander Ein to be on the ready; we found them already in orbit around the asteroids and instructed them to put on their oxygen masks, then ushered them into the ship. Those that fought in the margins of the Rallian planet radioed to say they would fight on and wished us the very best. We thanked them for their sacrifice and promised to remember them.
The Rallians who had escaped aboard the twenty Aldos began to move towards their home planet; we were later to learn they would complete the destruction of our own that fought gallantly near the Rallian planet. We had heard their last battle cry and wishes of a better future, at this their last moments we radioed to Rechoa and mentioned we had captured the great Mother ship and would in a few seconds launch to hyperspace, we knew the last of them heard us make this leap.
We quickly began to map the ship. We then took stock of the dead Rallians-we packed them into ice rooms, and also accounted for their electrical grids and energy they had left. We then began to read their literature.-The Amoans taught us how to. Here we delved into their culture and way of life. They were the sons of the universe-one of the few who had lived in the universe of old and they were here to take stock of the resources that were available. They were so old that they could travel from one reality to another. They had evolved over 80 billion Gas ago, those milliards of years they used it to visit other worlds and discovered other portals to other universes. We wondered how we had even managed to pull this escape up. We lost many men and women that day, some who though Amoans had taught us never to lose hope-The Amoans especially after over a hundred centuries in captivity still had hope- a belief that a few men with the right attitude had the ability to create a new dawn.
It would take us many months to reach our next destination-we had chosen a star system next to yours; and then we went to sleep-in shifts of a month each.
We were confident we would reach our destination for by the time we left the Asteroids, we had set many of them into booby traps that exploded into a million pieces after we had gone into hyperspace. The Rallian fighter crafts and Aldos that had managed to defy our fighters had come after us, entered the asteroids and many were smote by the bombs. They halted their chase.
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Guest post by Vincent Ochen