Cryptic world

On the edge

The crowd erupted into panic and began clearing out even faster. Emille ran down the isle meeting the giant doors at the front. He pulled on them but they didn't budge. He took a step back and turned around to see soldiers pouring into the end of the building. Another bang echoed in the building and Emille ducked down. He was being shot at. He turned back to the doors and saw a bullet hole in the lock and burnt metal. He pulled the doors open and saw a crowd running in panic with police officers directing people around. In all the panic no one caught eye of Emille.

He turned to his right. There was a wooden ramp. He ran on to it and jumped landing on the wall that created the vineyard. He jumped down running into the slowly getting busier streets. People cursed at him as he ran by and the odd person tried to get in his way but he either outran them or just shoved them over. He turned down a street and ran off the road into a small forest. He dived into the bushes and lay there waiting.

What had just happened? he asked himself. The judge hadn't even let him defend himself before giving an order for Emille to die then next thing he knew Emille was running at the doors and the soldiers were killed from mysterious gun shots and the lock had burnt off. It didn't make sense. Then he remembered Julie. Where was Julie? Did she die? Had already been put in court? Emille heard shouts and screams from both citizens and officers. He heard people run by. He rolled out of the bushes.

"No questions now just follow me." A voice said. Emille turned around and saw a police officer. He was holding a large sniper which was aimed right at Emille. Emille put his hands up. The officer approached him and again Emille was in hand cuffs.

"You caught him!" Said a police officer as he jogged over to Emille. Emille rolled his eyes in disappointment. The officer shoved Emille forward and he was lead down the streets which again were completely empty. He was put into a vehicle. The passenger seat of a caravan. Like the one he had been in with the nexus. The officer steered at the front and Emille sat next to him. There was no one in the back but the caravan was being followed by three smaller land speeders.

The caravan made its way out of the city limits. It turned into a forest which as time passed turned into a swampy mess. Birds chirped and bats chased each other around the creepy land. The still merky water would bubble from unknown creatures and trees grew from anywhere. There was no road Emille realised. They were hovering above the water so if one of the engines stopped into the water everyone goes. The caravan made its way out of the swamp Emille realised they were driving on a cliff edge. They were thousands of feet up it seemed. Emille looked over the side of the caravan he could see maybe thirty feet down before fog took over. Jagged rocks and cliffs stuck out of the fog. It felt like Emille had been sitting here for hours. It was hit outside and it felt hotter then the prison which had at least some shade.

"The key is beside you." The police officer whispered to Emille. At first Emille hesitated before realising that it was the officer from before. The one who had told him to run. Emille looked to his side and saw the keys sitting in a small pocket. He bent down and grabbed them. It took a moment for Emille to get a good grip and insert the key into its holes. The cuffs slid off and he tossed them over the cliff.

"Listen kid, there's a turret in the back get to it and start ripping bullets into the escorts behind us, but hold on..... Tight." The officer said. Emille nervously nodded but trusted him. He had told Emille to run before and he did survive. Emille slipped into the back of the Caravan and right away his eyes were drawn to the black gleaming turret that had chains and chains of bullets attached to it. He grabbed on to it. The handle and trigger were cold. He hadn't held a gun since the tunnels back on earth. He dragged the turret to the edge of the caravan. There was a curtain draped over the entrance so the speeder following him wouldn't see him, He centred the turret and took a breath. with one hand on the trigger and one hand on the curtain he pulled the curtain away revealing the small single piloted speeders following him. He pushed his finger down and the turret began spitting out bullets.

The speeders instantly began to take evasive manoeuvres. Emille just held his finger down. He felt the caravan start to pick up speed very quickly. Two of the bullets connected with one of the speeders and it sent the speeder barrel rolling off the edge. One of the speeders flew up beside the caravan. The path along the cliff wasn't very wide and a few pushes could send the caravan off. Emille swing the turret to the left and the bullets ripped across the air penetrating the ground and rock wall. One of the shots hit one of the speeders in the front and the speeder burst into a fiery explosion.

There was a jerk on the caravan and the turret swung the opposite way ripping holes into the caravan. Emille pulled it back. Every speeder Emille took down another one appeared. The caravan took a sharp turn and Emille nearly lost his balance. The caravan was traveling at high speeds. Emille shot the turret hitting and destroying two more speeders. There was another bump and the caravan tilted to its side. The turret slid and fell over and off the caravan. Suddenly a massive ship emerged out of the clouds. It lowered itself down to the caravans level.

"We have company!" Emille yelled.

"I can see that! Use the turret!" The officer yelled back. Before Emille replied there was another joke and the caravan bounced. They were trying to push the caravan off.

"Turrets gone!" Emille yelled back. The caravan turned again and the ship followed along with the speeders. The caravan didn't stand a chance. Emille tore away the cloth at the caravan and he saw the full size of the ship. It was grey and big. There were two slits on the side for the docking bays. It looked like it could carry at least one hundred people and maybe needed two or three people to pilot it.

Emille walked to the edge of the caravan and jumped off.