Jon Messenger: Purge of Prometheus

Snapping out his stupor, he shook his head. “Sure, I think I can.” Hurrying back over to the console, Wyck opened the panel underneath its keyboard and began fidgeting with wires.

“ Ballistae , this is Squadron Commander Decker,” Adam called worriedly over the radio.

“Adam, this is Keryn,” she called as she activated the microphone.

“Thank Gods!” Adam said with an obvious sigh of relief. “I was worried when I saw the rocket hit.”

“We’re alive, but we’re still far from safe,” she replied. “Do you think the Squadron can keep some of these rockets off me until I can reroute navigation?”

“We’re on it,” Adam replied. Switching channels, he called to the other pilots in the Squadron. “Our task force is in trouble and needs help. Do everything you can to keep those rockets off our ships. Remember, if they fail, we all fail.”

The Alliance fighters dove in formation toward the barrage of rockets hurtling toward the three ships. Opening fire with the front machine guns, Adam felt satisfaction as a line of missiles blossomed into balls of plasma. Diving and twisting into impromptu maneuvers, the fighters intercepted the rockets launched by the front Destroyer with no further damage to the Alliance ships.

“The rockets are clear in front of you,” Adam called into his radio. “That should buy you some time, Keryn.”

“I can’t tell you how much I appreciate you right now,” she called back.

“We’re going to try to clear that Destroyer out of your path,” Adam said. “Wish us luck.” Switching back to his Squadron channel, Adam continued. “Let’s make a hole for our ships. Be ready for anything. It’s only a matter of time before the Terrans send out their own fighters.”

As soon as they had regained formation and begun flying toward the Destroyer, one of his pilots called over the radio. “Here they come.”

From the front of the Destroyer, small fighters spewed from its underbelly, filling the space with swarming ships. The two throngs of fighters hurtled toward one another, crashing together in the open space. Explosions shook Adam’s ship as he barrel rolled in between enemy machine gun fire. Letting his own guns spin, fire leapt from ends of his barrels as bullets tore through a Terran fighter. Dodging rockets and the glowing tracer rounds, Adam found it difficult to locate a friendly ship, much less ascertain how his Squadron was doing in the battle.

“Tell me you’re almost done,” Adam yelled into his radio as another fighter exploded nearby.

“Wyck is almost there,” Keryn called back, concern evident in her tone. “Bear with me a little longer and we’ll be moving again.”

“How are the Defiant and Phalanx handling the delay?” Adam asked as he looped his fighter, coming in behind an enemy.

“They’re furious,” she replied, “and a little scared. I think they…”

“I’ve got it!” Wyck exclaimed over the radio. “I’ve got navigation and weapons linked to the control room.”

“I’ll make you a hole,” Adam replied. “All fighters, this is the Squadron Commander. Our ships are heading this way and need a hole through this cloud of fighters and the Destroyer behind them. Let’s give them a way out of this hell hole!”

Dipping his fighter into a dive, Adam watched dozens of other ships emerge from the dogfight and fall into formation. Pulling up on the controls, Adam skimmed along the top of the Destroyer’s hull as he waited for the rest of his fighters to get into position. Finally, with tracer rounds striking all around him, Adam activated his radio.

“Fire all rockets!” he cried into the radio as he pushed the trigger. The four small plasma rockets under his wings shot from their tubes as Adam pulled away from the doomed Terran ship. As he gained altitude, hundreds of small blue and purple explosions blanketed the Destroyer. Smoke poured from the top of the ship as fires roared through the rooms and halls, leaving the ship dead in space.

“The Destroyer is gone,” he informed Keryn as he reentered the fray. “We’re going to get rid of the fighters now.”

“We’re heading toward the sun now,” Keryn replied. From his vantage point, Adam watched the engines flare to life on the Alliance ships and they sped toward the dark orb hanging in the distant space. Behind them, however, the five Destroyers closed the distance and began firing more salvos of missiles. Firing from the closer distance, the rockets were more accurate and they exploded around the three ships as they tried to flee.

“Those Destroyers are too close, Keryn,” he called. “Get yourself out of there. We’ll buy you the time you need.”

“Not at the cost of your own life,” she replied. “Make sure you come out of this alive.”

Adam released the transmit button on his radio. He didn’t feel right making a promise to her that he couldn’t keep. Instead, he focused his attention back on the Terran fighters. With the numbers greatly in their favor, the Alliance managed to keep the Terran fighters occupied as the three ships slipped past the dogfight, blazing toward the sun. The Destroyers, in close pursuit, fired more and more rounds toward the trailing ships. As the Terran vessels drew closer, their hangar bays opened and spilled out their own fighters. Now facing the combined Squadrons of six Destroyers, Adam knew they couldn’t stop them any longer.

“All Squadron pilots,” he said over the radio, “evacuate the area at once. We’ve done all we can, it’s up to the big ships now.”

Pulling his own ship away from the chaos, he kept his eye on the three Alliance ships hurtling toward the sun. Nearly three quarters of the distance had already been covered. He knew they wouldn’t have to go much further before they could begin their plan. With the Terrans closing on them, Adam just hoped they made it.

In angry defiance to the elusive Alliance ships, the Terrans fired another massive volley toward the fleeing trio. The Alliance Cruisers launched countermeasures, which detonated the Terran rockets in between the two groups of ships, obscuring Adam’s view of the Ballistae . Though Adam instantly regretted thinking so, he doubted the trio had destroyed them all. As the plasma cleared, Adam saw the ships still fleeing. Moments later, he watched as an explosion erupted right behind the Ballistae . The engines on the commandeered ship sputtered and died and the damaged Alliance vessel drifted helplessly toward the dark sun. As it floated freely in space, he saw numerous other scars across its hull, evidence of multiple rocket strikes. Luckily, he noted, the other two ships were still flying. They took a path that would slingshot them around the sun, bringing them fully around the dormant star and back in his direction.

As the two remaining ships disappeared around the sun, with five Destroyers in close pursuit, warning sirens sounded within Adam’s fighter. Unnoticed, a Terran fighter had maneuvered behind him and opened fire with its machine gun. The tracer rounds struck his right wing, shredding its armor and sending his ship spinning uncontrolled. Adam felt the gravitational forces build as his ship continued to spin chaotically, threatening to knock him unconscious. Pulling hard on his controls, Adam felt the ship fight against him as the right wing remained unresponsive. The pressure on his chest, however, began to fade.

“Any Alliance vessel,” he called weakly into the radio, “this is Squadron Commander Decker. My fighter has been badly damaged and I require immediate docking for repairs.”

Disoriented from his spin and nauseas from the pressure, Adam barely registered the Terran fighter still chasing his damaged ship. Through muddled thoughts, he tried to find the controls for his weapons, but had trouble as his vision quickly doubled. Fighting the urge to vomit, he slammed his fist against the control panel. In front of him, quickly closing on his position, the Terran brought his machine guns to bear on Adam’s ship. Before he could fire, though, the Terran fighter shattered as though ripped apart from within. Adam stared in wonderment, unsure if he was even responsible for his enemy’s destruction. A click startled him as his radio came to life.