Stormy Skies (On Hold)

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Jacob

            I watch, quietly aside from the action, as Andrea rounds up everyone who can control fire and metal. That’s what I admire about her. She can take control so easily, but she knows her position, and she stays in line. No silly business around her. The enemy ship is fast approaching ours, but is Andrea going to let it get in the way? Nuh-uh, no way. It’s too bad we don’t have any more mind powers here. Then we can just throw the spaceship into a star and be done with it. But mind-powers are very rare to find. I mean, I’m one, but I’m not powerful enough. I’m only a 2-power. But it’s just a matter of time before we land on the traitor’s planet and capture one of the strongest mind-powers alive. She’s a 20-power! And that’s on a scale of 1 - 10! I just have to convince her to come to our side.

            It shouldn’t be too hard. Powerful ones are always so gullible. None of that hero crap, about being “honorable”. You don’t find heroes in the everyday world. Real heroes are rarer than mind-powers.

            And there are no heroes on this ship, not that I know of. Most of my soldiers are wimpy kids or stuck-up men who have no respect for their young leader- me. Their respect lies within my father, Orson. But he’s leading the actual attack on Almnerixi, so I was assigned the job of capturing all the traitors. I’m about 17 years old in Earth years, but I’m strong. I have power. I actually know how to control it. But I’m still not a hero.

            And for the record, Maggie the Idiot here isn’t one either. She acts like one, but she should see by now that heroes don’t send their ships onto crash courses that are being used by other rockets.

            “I don’t mean to rush you Andrea, but the ship is getting closer each second,” Maggie the Idiot says.

            “I don’t mean to be rude to you Maggie, but you really have no right to speak, since, you know, you were the one who got us into this mess,” Andrea mocks, using the same haughty voice Maggie uses. I smile in spite of the situation. Maggie frowns and turns back to her beloved computer. Andrea turns back to the fire and metal powers.

            “But Maggie’s right. We don’t have much time to sit and argue. Fire-powers,” she says, turning to the mostly red-haired group of soldiers, “don’t shoot fireballs,” she shoots a pointed look at a sheepish looking officer, “or you’ll burn our ship. Use dry fire. Aim towards the weaponry, and the cannons. Try to melt anything you can.”

            “And metal,” Andrea turns to the stony looking group, “warp anything that could be of use to them out of shape. Armor, weapons, and don’t forget the control room.” She turns back to the front.

            “Are we ready?”

            “Yes sir!”

            “I’m not a sir, but alright. How close is the ship?” she asks Maggie.

            “It will collide in twelve minutes, but-“

            “There it is!” One man shouts. Immediately everyone starts shouting, and men rush towards the front windows to see their targets. Andrea shouts directions to anybody listening.

            “You- aim to the front! And you- get the control room! Blast the windows! Ruin the circuitry!” Explosions of fire erupt on the incoming ship, which immediately slows it down. I can see glittering shards of glass breaking away from the heat. Men and women fly out of these broken corridors and into the empty void of space. It’s gruesome, but it doesn’t matter. They’re bad, we’re good. We’re just protecting ourselves.

            The battle goes on like this for ten minutes, when the fight intensifies. The ship isn’t down yet, and it becomes bigger and bigger every second.

            “Everyone, stand back!” Andrea suddenly orders. She raises her palms and points them to the ship. In a blast of blinding light, the ship goes down in flames, as Andrea collapses, sweating and shaking hard. I run over to her.

            “Andrea, are you all right?” I shout in her ear.

            “I’m fine, Jake...did I get them?”

            “You toasted them! Those Noxians are long gone,” I laugh. Maggie speaks suddenly with a voice very unlike hers. I turn towards her and see her face whiter than ever. She looks like she saw a demon.

            “That wasn’t a Noxian ship. That was a stolen spy ship filled with our people.”

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