WileyKit opened her eyes slowly, with a cry
of pain she shut them, the damaged tissue was extra sensitive to the sun. She
couldn't remember how she got to where ever she was but she wished she wasn't.
She tried to get up but the fire from her shattered thigh stopped her. Salt
tears rolled down her face, she stifled them when they ignited the many small
cuts on her face, she was all alone and could not even cry.
Her damaged eyes had finally accepted the
bright light reflecting of the sand. To her dismay while the left functioned
normally to the left the sharp lines of the world had been replaced with soft
shapes and pastel colors, the sand had slightly abraded the eye robbing her of
its sight. She looked down at her tattered uniform.
The fall had eaten threw most of it and
though her skin was encrusted with sand and stung from the air it was mostly
ok. "
Oh No!" She screamed aloud.
The landing had ripped the side of her skirt
clear off and the her sprawl had forced it up and away leaving her exposed. It
was not a matter of modesty as there was no one to see but the bright red skin
warned of the sunburn she would soon feel and told her she had been out for
hours.
"Several hours." The words echoed
threw her mind. "Several hours..several hours." Like some unholy
chant the words beat threw her mind. With each repetition a little more of
memory returned. She had ben with Bengali and Tygra in the Thunderstrike.
They had been flying a routine patrol when
the mutants had appeared. They had simply appeared nothing on Radar nothing on
any of the monitor and suddenly they were under fire. It was over before it
began they targeted perfectly, they blew Tygra and the middle compartment
apart. She would always remember his agonized scream as the lasers burned into
him before the explosion gave him mercy.
Bengali was not as lucky. The shrapnel had
severed his fuel line. His pod had simply dropped. With no engine he had no
power. The G forces of his spin had locked his hands to the useless controls
and when he hit the water his neck had cracked like a whip..the snap was so
loud it echoed over her comlink...before the blue ocean buried him.
She maxed her throttle and headed for land,
there was no way one pod would beat three Skycutters and they knew it. They had
toyed with her, one by one they targeted the systems of the pod. First they
took communications with a well placed shot to the supposedly hidden antenna.
Another had taken out the guidance system. The third took out her engine. It
was so planned so methodical they had taken her only way to summon help then
they had disabled her. Vulture-man man swung beneath her failing craft, she
felt four laser blast and knew for certain that he had just welded shut the
landing gear. As a final insult the Mutants simply left, they knew she was dead
and didn't see the point of killing her when gravity would do it cheaper.
The injured pod crashed on a small deserted
island. On impact the pod had shattered like an eggshell. Still strapped to the
seat she landed on her left side and careened across the sand. Her thigh struck
a small stone but at the speed she was moving it had the force of a baseball
bat. The belts finally gave way and her inertia threw her form the seat and
left her sprawled in the sand where she passed out.
The memories were worse than the pain
radiating from her body, her friends had died before her eyes and she was
alone. It struck her like a shot to the chest she was alone with the
Thunderstrike destroyed and her pop shattered there would be no distress call
and with out that the others would never find this little island. The tears
came now the singing pain from a hundred small wounds were nothing to the pain
in her heart she was totally alone..but from the red line slowly traveling
upwards from the broken bone to her heart she wouldn't have to worry long.
Blood poisoning from a broken bone, fatal if not treated and her with no way to
treat it.
She looked out at the ocean her tears making
both eyes fuzzy. "I'm coming Bengali, Tygra, wait for me."
THE
END
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