Tags:
Science-Fiction,
Literature & Fiction,
Action & Adventure,
War & Military,
Science Fiction & Fantasy,
Genetic engineering,
alien invasion,
Exploration,
Space Exploration,
first contact,
Galactic Empire,
Colonization
grinding against the building, pieces of debris bursting into the air with each impact. More of the creatures appeared, flipped over the window’s edges and kept their limbs on the surface. Galloping downwards towards the two, they closed in from the left and the right.
Konrad fired at whichever got closest, having to bounce the crosshair of his gun from side to side, only letting out enough gunfire to make them lose their grip and plummet down into the ever-increasing dust below. More alien aircraft flew by above them, sending an orange beam of light into the high road not too far from them. Huge bolts of electricity shot throughout the road, soon turning it into chunks of rubble that started to fall from its impact point. Buildings below the high road were crushed instantly, smashed inward by the thick massive blocks of destroyed roadway. Any of the towers used as support beams next to the road had the blots of alien weaponry travel through them as well, windows instantly bursting before the structure soon crumbled.
Dodging the next hail of lasers, Konrad sent himself to the left; Emich’s legs dangling helplessly in the opposite direction. Thinking an enemy aircraft was trying to ram them, Konrad aimed his carbine at the approaching vehicle. The ERA insignia on its stubby wings allowed him to finally let out a sigh of relief. His self-piloting recon flyer slowed down next to them and opened its side door. The two minigun turrets on the top of the flyer filled the sky with a powerful barrage of bullets, turning the window into a gaping hole and anything within it into clouds of purple blood.
Kicking off of the wall with a boost, Konrad flew toward the flyer, both hands outward. His free hand grabbed on, while his carbine was knocked out of his other — having it clatter against the edge before it spun its way down into the cloud below. Fighting the strong wind coming from the nearby explosions, Konrad held on tight as the flyer steadied itself. The aliens continued to come out of the windows, more of them opening up more from different levels. The turrets couldn’t keep up much longer, having too many to lower their growing numbers.
“Emich, climb up! Get inside!”
Following his brother’s orders, he used him as a ladder to crawl into the cabin, rolling off to avoid stepping on his fingers. Turning around, he stretched out an open hand. “Grab on!”
Inching up to clasp his hand onto Emich’s, he lifted himself up, his armor weighing him down. From the building, a spidery alien scurried passed the rest of them, joined by a few others. Using their sisters as decoys, they rushed through the wall of gunfire, closing in on the flyer. Leaping through the air, there was too many of them for the flyer to do any good. One of them wrapped its long arms around Konrad’s waste, two others holding onto his legs.
Losing his grip and overcome by the force, Konrad let go.
There was nothing either one of them could have done. All Emich could do was watch as his brother fell towards the city street below. Claws dug into his skin, tearing off everything they touched. With his last ounce of strength, Konrad pressed the button on his leg panel. It was the last thing Emich saw him do before his brother was engulfed by the smoke.
The flyer’s hatch closed up while it took off — the blue flames emiting out of its small rockets on its underbelly swinging out of hover mode to get him out of there. A sonic boom rang outside its thin armor, the flyer reaching Mach II with a sudden blast of its engines before the two could even get off the floor. He sat there, staring at the blank sheet of metal, his head slowly dipping to the floor. Quicker than he arrived… Konrad was gone.
The time with his brother was robbed from him. Time that Emich would never get back. A moment that could never happen again. Never be completed. His world would never be the same.
He stood up, wondering why to even bother. There was nothing for him on the