The Haunting Past: Deadly Sins

Survival

The ship finally came to a halt. It was dark on the bridge, you could hear the captain and his crew trying to get a hold of the situation. The emergency lights finally came on. The damage to the ships bridge was evident, what used to work wasn't working anymore. The ships condition wasn't on the captain's top priority at the moment. He was trying to get a count on his men. Some of the crew looked injured including the captain who seemed to suffer from an arm injury but Anderson hadn't the luxury to show compassion, not now at-least.

Now that the ship was down with one crises covered Anderson felt that it was time to continue with the mission. I had taken him for over five years to get this far. He had planned this for so long he almost forgot what a normal life was like.

He knew that he had been a living dead, a man living in the past but at least now he was aware of it. A man could call it fate but to him it was the inevitable, the sum of many parts culminating into this point in space and time. He had to act, he felt forced to act. Once you have a taste of the truth you can only deny its existence until death finally catches up with you. A concept that had become to him the very definition of life.

Anderson approached the captain, "Captain, you and your men have done an excellent job. I thank you for that but I am afraid our original mission has to continue."

The captain's face tightened, he turned away to give a command to his chief engineer before answering him, "Mr. Anderson, you and your mission may have cost me the lives of my men. It has also left my ship stranded in no man's land for any opportunist to come along and strip it for parts. So Mr. Anderson... indulge me in telling me why I should be co-operative at this point."

Anderson seemed a little surprised about the captain's new found brutal honesty. Up until now he had been like most men of authority: unquestionable obedience. Maybe he had made a bad measurement on the man. Perhaps this man could be of more of assistance to him, instead of just a pawn.

The ship seemed to be in one piece since. Parts of the ship was damaged beyond reparability. The lower hangar just below the lower deck was totally destroyed. The left side of the ship was also badly damaged. The front of the ship had been sucked into the ground. The ships aft was hanging in the air, exposing the aft engines. The right side of the ship was also exposed.

"Captain, my apologies. I did not intend to sound indifferent for you or the men and women under your command but what comes of your ship, my organization will compensate for any damage that the ship has endured. I will also do what I can to make sure that compensation is large enough to help the families of the crew who might have endured a loss."

Anderson heard foot steps behind him. He saw the captain looking over his shoulder behind him then back to him, he said nothing.

"To show my good faith I will share with you my ability to communicate to your crew without the ships own comm's. The major and I have our own special setup."

Anderson held infront of the captain a few small rectangular devices with smooth surfaces. Half of them where bluish in color and the rest were green.

"Distribute them among your men. Give one of the colors to one of the receiving ends and the other colour to the other end. Ask your men to hold their thumb on the surface of the device and speak their name. The devices are encoded to the persons own DNA and voice."

The captain looked at the opened palm and the devices. Eventually he took them and said, "Thank you."

This seemed to calm down the captain, he said, "How may I be of assistance?"

"I've gotten word from the major that he and his men had reached the lower decks. They have found your security officer and he is ready to communicate with you captain. He is expecting orders from you. Please use my communicator.