We are Infinite ∞

Chapter 1 - Lenora - Present

All my alarms are sounding off it is so loud I cannot even hear the gunfire around me the lights from my dashboard have all gone red screaming at me. I do not even think I am breathing with the G-force hitting my chest, my harness is starting to cut into my shoulders and hips cutting into my bones. It feels like my suit provides no protection I see the air pressure dropping the gauges quickly going down so I shove my helmet locking it tight twice because the alarms are too loud for me to hear the hiss of the locks. I am finally able to stabilize when I see him... He is lined up on the other side of me, we are so closed my ship almost touching his.

I try and back up, but I cannot move! Literally, nothing works on this piece of the shit ship anymore, as I am panicking more ships behind his lineup taunting me, there is a shield in the middle of space where even that fucking warm hole spit me out, protecting the mothership. The site around hem looks like stars, a dirty trick hiding more fighter ships. When my eyes return to him I can see my breath on my helmet. They will take me in lock me up, I will fight no more...

Wait they are just sitting there... The dashboard lights his face and he look so sad...

no ...

NO, NO, NO! I am screaming throwing a fit in my broken-down fighter. He would not kill me... not after everything we have been through. When I look into his eyes they are sad, even his hair looks sad, it looks dimmed down, lost all the sunshine it once had. No! he is going to kill me he is going to kill us. Fear grips me I look around and see the first shoot fired, everything slows, and I watch it impact the ship next to me. The ship does not exist nor does the pilot, the only thing left is the heat I feel in my cabin from the impact. We all just all wanted freedom, I guess we all will have almighty freedom and death. As I realize this tear fall from my eyes and I look back at, my love, at this traitor.

My eyes are locked on his and I know I am going to die.  With his hands on the trigger I see his mouth move, "I love you for Infinity".

I know he sees my wild eyes I know he sees my tears, sees me screaming he pulls I yell "FUCK YOU! With my left hand I eject, I am immediately thrown by the blast of my ship as I fly through the splash of bullets flying everywhere everything is lit up. I did it just in time, then the walls of the mother ship hit me.

I awake in debris filled bathroom.

Why is there a bathroom on the outside of the mother ship? ...

Stupid thought, I am IN a bathroom, possible the mother ship?

OK so I see the wall repaired itself, the dark metallic gray surface if different from the rest of the white room, with all the glass around me looks like it was a window I came through. I take notes of the room, I am on the floor to my right a large bathtub, stupid, well now they can't bathe for the universe to see. That is what the destroyers get.  The vanity across it is shattered, I must have smashed into it on impact.  I evaluate myself on the floor, no cuts in my suit, sweet, helmet is OK the side is wrecked with glass and metal sticking out and now one side it burn down flat, but B+ rated helmet overall. I am smiling to myself as I take all this in. I feel happy, I'm OK, I am alive, and I just need to hide and get of this mother fucking ship as soon as they dock. No big deal. I make a mental check list.

1.      Evaluate immediate surrounding – Done 😊

2.      Evaluate Self and supplies

3.      Search for a map

4. Hide until docking

I go to move pain searing pain in my left arm, I can't move it! Oh no, it's broken! My eyes are big and crazed and I start to feel the rest of the pain kicking in. My right leg is broken too. After I feel the pain it me something else feels weird on my side, like I am in warm water, I realize it must be blood and its filling my airtight suit. I must have lost a lot I feel the blood for it to be sloshing the way it is, I am sure if I could stand it would fill up to my knees.  Releasing my helmet, the familiar hiss is welcomed, the cool air feels good on my neck and face. I am struggling to lift my helmet and mange to tip over so my one hand to slid it off and finally win when I hear voices. I am scared, I am broken and on an enemy ship. Why didn't I just die on impact?

I quickly scramble to drag myself over painfully quickly and quietly, but of course it's the opposite. The pain is so bad, I have suck in my teeth and bite the inside of my lips to try and quite myself. I doesn't help all, I physically can't stop whimpering as I drag myself over into the corner on the other side of this huge tub. My lips hurt as I release my teeth from the inside. Adjacent from me there doesn't seem to be much but a few potted plants and a shower or a shower door. I sink myself the corner as far as I can trying to make myself look small. I think to myself... I am a small mouse, no one will see me. This will be fine... I loss what every color I may have had left in my face as the dreaded hiss rings in my ears. With the door open I hear a male voice ring through the cabin.

"Here she is Sir".

This is not fine! I am hysterically crying not quietly anyone; the gig is up. Luck only wanted to survive me up to them, the traitors, the lair. In my blurred view black combat boots stare me in the face, hiking the fear in me to full on hyperventilating. I did not hear them approach, but knees have entered my view with gloved hands neatly folded. A man squats in front of me and starts removing his gloves are. I see a shimmering ring tattooed in his ring finger...  WAIT! I snap my head up, its him! I see a smile spread across his face deepening his dimples his hair is messy falling in his face making his icy blue eyes almost innocent.

Why did I not fucking die! LUCK KILL ME NOW! The quick moment of my neck has brought more pain to my pathetic existence, so I move to slap him, I must have some enjoyment. But I cannot... I am tucked in the corner my left arm cradled to my stomach held with my right, my broken leg is splayed out. My right arm will not move now and black closes in on my vison, perfectly framing his face as the last thing I see.