Tale of The Broken Sword

Chapter Forty One : Escape from Authority

27th February, AD 1657

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"Hey," The soldier asked his pilot. "When are we reaching there?"

"Soon," The pilot replied. "Get up here and flip on the radar."

Stumbling to the cockpit, he sat down on the leather chair and strapped himself onto it. "You know, the General's not going to like it when he hears about what had happened at Astagphearine."

"Yeah, well the rest of the Jäger Division is going to hold out west of there. So I guess they will hold out long enough for reinforcements to arrive." The pilot responded.

"Hey," The soldier had said. "Do you think we'll win this war?"

"We're going down." The pilot ignored the question. He takes the shuttle into a nosedive, cutting through the clouds until the airship's in the clear air again. The view of a city comes into view from the window - a panoramic gray coloured city that extends all the way into the confluence of two mighty rivers that merges into one.

The soldier stared at the city, trying to hold on to my breath at amazement. The pilot then pulls the throttle up and the airship begins to tilt to the right. "Wait," The soldier had said. "Where are we going?"

"Where do you think?" The pilot answered. "Down."

"But can't we just hover around here for a minute," The soldier straightens up his body. "I can see the entire city from here."

"You can see more of that when you scale up the hill in next week's training." The pilot lays on the accelerator. "Our shift's going to end now, this thing needs to be ready for the next raid on Astagphearine."

"Alright, but when we--"

A bright blue light suddenly bursts out of the air and fills the interior of the airship with a hundreds of electrical sparks. Smoke then covered the air moments after that. The pilot lost control of the airship that moment before he'd managed to grab on to the controls.

"What the hell was that?" The pilot exclaimed. "Hey, you! Go and check it out."

Within seconds, the soldier got up from his feet and ran into the passenger compartment. Minutes went by and no one came out of the compartment. The pilot grew more and more nervous and he started to call the soldier for any signs in the compartment.

"Hey," The pilot shouted on the intercom. "You there?"

"Yeah, I'm here." A voice came out from behind and the pilot turned. But just as he did so, the gun that was directly behind his skull flared up. The bullet went through the pilot's head and blood splattered all over the window.

The bullet had damaged the control panels and spark flew out of it. Everent got to the pilot's seat and grab on to the controls. Everent pulls back on the throttle and the airship does a ninety-degree turn and rockets down towards the earth, ripping through the thick and gloomy clouds.

Everent's whole boy was still aching from the previous events and he felt it stinging throughout his whole body as the airship limps back and forth, nearly throwing him out of his seat.

The belt cuts into his chest and waist, but the centrifugal force keeps him from falling onto the ceiling and slamming his head right into the hardened metal. Everent could feel his stomach spins in circles. He felt like his neck was about to snap.

Plunging down through the clouds with reckless speed, whiteness overtakes the windows until two dark shapes cut through beside them, devouring the clouds as they head up. The airship wobbles in their wake.