“Let’s split up;” Cameron suggested, “I’ll take Salleedin and search the Spire, B, take Allisha and search the docking station.”
“Yes, sir,” answered.
“B,” Cameron grabbed her arm, “be safe, I promised your brother I’d watch out for you. I can’t do that now, so if you get hurt I’d never forgive myself.”
“Okay Cam, I will.”
They parted, “This way,” Salleedin spoke.
They came to the bottom of the Spire, “Alright, it’s a long way up, be ready for Crightents,” Cameron warned.
“Or rebels,” Salleedin added.
“You think they’d stick around?”
“Of course, if they leave without Akin’s permission they die, if they don’t leave, Crightnets will eat them, so they are dead either way.”
They heard a sound of a grenade roll towards them, “Look out!” Cameron kicked the explosive back to where it came from, Boom! “That was close,” stated Salleedin.
“Let’s get that rebel!” Cameron yelled.
They ran up the incline where the insurgent was waiting for them, he let out a burst. Salleedin jumped in front of Cameron taking a few of the bullets, “Agh!”
Cameron pulled Salleedin out of the line of fire into a little cubby hole. He returned fire and the rebel fell. The rebel was bleeding out as he rolled another grenade toward Cameron and Salleedin. Cameron threw his body on his wounded comrade to shield him from the blow, Boom! The explosive exploded prematurely and only a few pieces of shrapnel caught Cameron in the legs. Cameron grabbed Salleedin’s Skorpion and unleashed the entire clip at his enemy.
Cameron rolled off Salleedin and panted, “You okay?”
Salleedin coughed, “I think so.”
“Where are you hit?” he staggered to stand up.
“Just in the shoulder,” Salleedin got up.
“So you can walk, good, but I don’t know how long I will be able to,” he eyed the backs of his legs near the ankles, “That smarts.”
Blare’s voice came through on Cameron’s watch, “Cam, we got Marcus.”
Cameron sighed, “Thanks B, you just saved us a long walk, what‘s your location?”
“Our ship, are you on your way back here?”
“I think we need to do something about this colony, like blowing it up and killing all the Crightents.”
“What, how?!” she wanted to know.
Marcus came through next, “You can do it but you have to get to the industrial sector.”
“Keep telling me,” Cameron told him.
“You have to get in the main power generator and set off an explosion, that should do the trick. Radio us once you get there so we can pick you up before it explodes.”
“Okay. Hey B, come with me, Salleedin is in bad shape and can’t go with me.” he let off the button on his watch, “Head back to the docking station and get on our ship.”
“I’m coming, Cam.”
“Yes, sir,” Salleedin took off holding his shoulder.
Cameron ripped off some clothing off the dead rebel and wrapped it around his leg wounds to keep presure on it to stop the bleeding. He walked to the entrance to the Spire and waited for Blare.
She later showed up, “What happened to your legs?”
“Grenade. Marcus told you how to get there, right?”
Blare pointed out of one of the Spire windows across the barren plain to another section of the artificial living environments. That section was shrouded in a dark cloud, “Take this,” Blare tossed him an air mask, “because of the colony’s air filtration break down.”
The giant glass windows started to crack, “Oh no!” the window nearest them shattered and they were sucked out into the wastes of Delta.
They hit the ground, “B, you okay?”
She coughed, “Yeah, luckily there is still enough atmosphere to keep us grounded.”
“You can say that again.” Cameron heard a great moan,”Did you hear that?”
Cameron looked back, “Holy crap!”
Blare swiveled around to see the huge Spire falling towards them.
Cameron grabbed her arm and ran, “Move, you moron!” the Spire tumbled to the surface and the ground rumbled, dirt and dust filled the air. They were both consumed with the cloud of dust, but it sooned cleared.
“B! B, where are you?” Cameron heard her coughing, “Blare,” he ran over to her. A big piece of the Spire had fallen on her, “what have I done?!”
“I’m fine, just get this thing off of me.”
Cameron was surprised as he lifted the piece of metal off of her, “Oh thank heavens.”
She crawled out and stopped, “Ow, oh no.”
“What, tell me.”
“My leg, it is broken.”
Cameron sighed, “This is going to slow us down.”
She gave him a dirty look, “Ya think.”
He bent down and helped her up, “We can’t stop.”
They heard a loud roar, Blare stated, “We’re gonna have to, Crightents.”
“Aw man,” he lamented.
“Put me down and I’ll shoot them.”
“Alright,” he set her down, “there you go.” A creature leaped from the rubble of the Spire. Cameron fired along with Blare and in a matter of seconds the demon was slain.
“Another!” Blare shouted as a Crightent with one arm charged across the ruins. It let out an awful noise as the two opened fire, “Darn, got to reload!”
Cameron finished off his clip and pulled out his pistol, Bam! Bam! Bam! The creature was laid to rest, “We won’t last much longer if more come, we have to move now!” he helped her up and they slowly moved across the wasteland to the other section of living environments.
Cameron let Blare rest against the glass of the exterior of the living environments, “I got to get in there.”
He hit the glass with the stock of his bull-pup. After the third strike, it began to crack, “About time.” He hit it again, and the crack leapt into a giant spider web of fractures, “I’m gonna try and land on that light fixture on the other side.”
“Watch yourself now,” Blare added.
He stepped back a couple feet and ran, then plunged through the glass. Cameron touched down on his target, “That was close.” a few seconds later, “Oh dear.”
“What?” Blare looked at him and questioned.
The fixtures broke and he fell to the concrete below, Cameron moaned, “Ow, that hurts!” he pulled himself to his feet and shouted back to Blare, “Tell them to come get you now, I can’t get to you.”
Cameron rested against the wall as he heard the ship fly in and hover a few seconds then take off again. He sighed and stared out over the jungle or pipes wires. Marcus’ voice surprised him, “Hey Cameron, do you copy?”
“Yeah, I’m here.”
“Head straight through the pipes and wires until you see a big hole in the ground. Jump in the hole, and you’ll be right in the main power generator. You need to make an explosion in there to cause a large enough chain reaction to destroy the colony.”
Cameron sighed, “Okay, just be ready to pick me up when I call for you.”
“Roger, we’re out.”
He took one last look at the forest of pipe work, before moving through it. Under and over wires and pipes he crawled. He dodged jets of exhaust steam, and then he came upon it. All the obstacles he moved through were behind him now, and he was standing in a wide open area. The hole was surrounded by a white breathing growth. Cameron didn’t feel too secure walking through the growth in order to make it to the generator.
“Marcus, do you read me?” he called through his watch, but nothing came back, just static.
In the ship with Blare, Salleedin, Allisha, and Marcus.
Salleedin grabbed Blare’s watch, “Comrade, come in!”
“Geeze,” Blare ripped her wrist away from Salleedin’s grasp, “take it easy!”
“I have to warn your leader.”
“Why?” asked Allisha.
“Because I just remembered that we grew the Crightent infection in the indusrial sector.”
“That place would be crawling with them then!” Marcus shouted.
Blare tried to get through to Cameron, “Cam! Cam!” nothing, “You know what, it’s too dangerous for him, let’s fly in now and pick him up.”
“No, the noise from the ship might attract Crightents, now they may not know he is there yet,” Salleedin pointed out.
Blare put her head in her hands and sighed.
At the main power generator, Cameron couldn’t wait any longer for Marcus to reply and let him know what this strange substance was. He stepped in it, and it slowly sealed around him boot. He ripped it out, and the growth reformed in its natural shape, “What is this?!” he demanded in disgust. The last thing he wanted to do was trudge through it to get to the generator. He thought about sacrificing himself because there would be no way he could get out of the hole once he was in. He looked back, he could get off this colony right now, but the universe would perish. Millions and millions could be saved with the loss of only one. But what if the infection just stayed on this asteriod colony. Cameron would have to face the facts, a ship of some sort would land here sometime, not knowing a deadly disease lay in wait, and when it would try to escape, the Crightent would be carried off this colony to another and another until it consumed the galaxy. This had to be done, there was no way around it. The fate of the entire galaxy rested on his shoulders alone.
He shoved all other thoughts aside and charged into the mucky growth, each step he took sank him deeper and deeper into the growth. With all his strength he pulled himself out of the mid shin high growth and leaped into the hole. He fell, landed in muck, and slowly began to sink. He grabbed a thick wire and pulled himself out on to a little ledge and rested. The stench was unbearable, as he looked down a narrow passage way and his eye caught the site of many tenticle like limbs around a big rectangular solid. He took out his Sig and emptied his magazine into the growth that covered the narrow corridor. He slid off the ledge and ran on top of solid growth underneath the muck. He jumped up and grabbed a pipe as the muck refused with itself.
Cameron stared at the rectangular solid jutting upwards and saw a sight beyond all sights. It was Peter, but he was part of the growth. He was infused with it as if the growth itself was living off of him. A tenticle grew through his stomach, and a mushroom-like growth sprouted from his mouth, “Oh Peter.” Cameron sadly stated. He wondered how he got there, but that didn’t matter now; all that did matter was to make sure he blew this horrid place up.
He had to get this over with. He unclipped his grenade belt and took one off of it. Cameron tossed the entire belt toward the generator. He pulled the pin on the one he held in his hand and let it fall after the belt. Cameron waited for it to end in a firey blaze. He closed his eyes and thanked God for a good life that he had now, he would give his life for his comrades. The end didn’t come, he opened his eyes and thought, “Why didn’t it explode?” He cast his gaze toward the heavens as if he was searching for the answer when he noticed a ladder leading upward. He reached and grasped hold of his way out. Cameron started to climb out of that horrid stink hole. God had saved him, again. His purpose in life was not lived out yet. As he climbed higher the air became clearer. He got to the surface and breathed a deep breath of fresh air.
He wondered why the explosives didn’t detonate. Cameron prayed, that by the grace of the Lord, the fuses had been delayed long enough for him to escape with his life.
His communications opened up once again, “Cameron, Cameron come in!”
“I read you, over.”
“Thank heavens you made it.”
“I’ve got a bunch of explosives set to go off any second, where are you I’m ready to leave this place!” he exclaimed.
“We’re on our way.” The ship appeared at the far end of the open area, “Oh, Crightents inbound on you position, we’ll meet you half way, move!”
Cameron ran through the mushy growth, ignoring the fact that he was growing deeper and deeper into it. The ship was getting closer, only twenty-five yards from him and closing fast. The growth had no effect on the Crightents that were closer than the ship. Cameron heard a sound like muffled thunder, then… Kaboom! The grenades finnaly exploded. Chunks of the white growth became air borne as the floor up rooted. Cameron’s legs ached as he strived to pull each one out of the mucky growth and then drive them back into it. He thought to himself, “I have not come this far just to die here!”
The ship closed in next to Cameron when he was knee deep in the muck. Blare leaned out the side and stretched her arm to Cameron’s. He took hold as he shot the growth around his legs. It released him and Blare hoisted Cameron into the ship.
“Go!” Blare shouted.
“Right,” Marcus said under his breath as he turned the ship to the port side and flew toward the exit. He flew under a falling pole and a jet of volital flame, “We’re not out of this yet!” he warned as the colony burst into flame and leeched after the ship with its firey fingers. Marcus flew the ship out of the firey confusion and made it out into the dark void of space.
“Get us away from here!” Cameron took over the co-pilot controls.
Each member in cabin of the ship was filled with adrinaline as they pulled farther and farther away from Delta. More explosions occurred over the surface of the planet propelling it out of orbit and off to some random location in space.
“We did it,” Allisha said.
Tensions loosened as Blare looked back at the colony floating off in space, “It’s gone,” she stated, “finally.”
“But at the cost of Peter, will it be worth it?” Allisha pointed out.
“As long as no one ever finds it, I think so,” Cameron stated.
No one had anything to say. They just sighed and thought about what they had done. They not only survived a Crightent infection but destroyed it. Cameron sighed, “Let’s go home, I need to rest.”
“I don’t think I’ll ever sleep again,” Allisha commented.