Chapter 22: Chapter 8 ( Crash site)

Izzy suspired and closed her eyes; she had realised that no one was coming to rescue her so she decided to repair her craft herself; if I do a decent job, I might be able to limp my way home.

As ugly as class one fighters were, Izzy knew that she was fortunate to be flying one because repairs would have been more difficult if it had been a class three or four. Note to self, never moan about being given an old graft. The gods knew what they were doing

She had just repaired enough of her craft to take off when suddenly some dark dust was on her helmet, and so was debris; she turned around, and a strong wind was blowing everything not attached to the ground her way.

It didn't take long for a buzzing sound to get closer and closer; A chill went through her spine, her heart started beating faster, and her stomach turned into knots.

No, no, no, no, please Freya, no, not them, she thought.

But the buzzing just got louder. That was not the sound of any Alliance vessels; it was the enemy, and they were landing.

The pace of her heartbeat sped up so much so that she thought it would jump out of her body. Her entire body, especially her hands, shook uncontrollably, making it impossible for her to hold the tools anymore.

She threw the tools and ran as quickly as possible, got inside her craft, and prepared to take off.

The wind intensified outside, the Gliders' wheels came out, and the two Gliders landed.

Quick scans can tell if a craft is suffering any malfunction and her scans of the Gliders confirmed her fears. They didn't land because their engine was faulty, they landed after spotting me, and they are fully armed; what am I going to do?

Panic grew, and her shaky hands kept pressing the scan button, hoping that what she saw was wrong. Ok, Izzy, no need to panic just yet. Maybe they won't come near you, she told herself.

She peeped outside, and the pilots were still in their craft. Her heart was beating so fast and so intensely that she felt like they could hear it all the way to Valhalla.

What on earth are they waiting for? Come out already, she thought, but nothing.

Her head started to spin; her fear had grown to the point where she was almost hyperventilating. She slid and sat on the cables; I am going to die she thought.

While she was waiting for death, she started singing to calm her nerves:

Death, you are only a journey

With the blood of my ancestors spilt in battle

With the swords of my mother and father drawn for us

With the Gods of Asgard watching over their children

I know that victory in death is victory indeed

It works, thank the gods. Her heart lightening, her headache was disappearing, a warm feeling had started to course through her body, and she felt invisible solid arms embracing her.

In military school, they learn a lot of comforting songs, but it was the first time she had used them during combat. She decided to take a quick look outside and refrained from screaming; one of the Glider's doors was opening, and a shape was getting out of it.

The pilot was advancing toward her craft. The second pilot also came out of his glider and quickly joined his colleague. After exchanging words in sign language, they approached her fighter.

Unlike the new models, the old crafts used the same power cells to power their engine and fire at the enemy which meant that the more they would fire, the less power they had to return home.

She corrected that mistake later but that wouldn't be at help to her. She had enough power to either launch a single assault or use it to get as close as possible to the Alliance's border and send a distress beacon. I guess I don't have a choice, I have to try and take them down. She sighed, note to self, ignore your previous note to self.

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She waited for them to be as close as possible, then started her engines; they both jumped and started running toward their gliders, their suits slowing them down. The first pilot had almost reached his glider when Izzy opened fire.

His plane exploded, the blast killing him. The second pilot turned around and headed toward Izzy's fighter. Pulling out his weapon he started shooting at her craft.

It did not take long for him to reach her door and soon it started heating up with tiny red-hot flecks of metal flying all over; Oh, my gods, is he trying to get in.

She hid at the back of her craft, picking up in passing her Syngun and waiting for him. Yans' weapon of choice are swords but due to their impracticality not to mention the weight of traditional ones, they had to rely on Synguns and Streak-guns.

A Syngun main purpose is to immobilise a target by administering an electric shock to avoid causing serious injury.

The Petronians have a similar weapon called a Blast-gun; except for the fact that the Petronian gun discharges a powerful blast that can send the receiver flying across the room.

Yan soldiers prefer the Petronian blast-gun to their Syngun but have so far failed to convince their government to allow its use. The council was worried about the elevated level of casualties when using a Blast-gun.

Izzy heard a loud sound; he is here. The tall Petronian walked in, and she pulled the trigger, hitting him twice. Petronians are resistant to the Syngun and it takes at least two discharges to incapacitate them

Not this time, however, the pilot fell but was still conscious. He started moaning so she slowly approached him, leaned down and then she saw it, his Blast-gun. He fired, and the blast sent her flying across the cockpit.

She landed on a piece of metal that pierced her side. Blood started pouring out, but due to the shock she wasn't in much pain; she became light-headed, and her muscles felt heavy.

That quickly changed when she attempted to crawl to a panel nearby. She screamed at the intensity of the pain and with her trembling hand tried to take out the metal, but it only worsened the pain. She could see the Streak-gun but with it so far out of reach it was useless. Why didn't I join the ballet like Pam?

Streak guns are laser guns, with the potential to be lethal and it was also her last chance. The fight is over, he has won.

The Petronian started to get up slowly, Izzy's gun had managed to hurt him but not knock him out.

He took a few shaky steps toward her, but she had grabbed a piece of metal and was pointing her weapon at him what the Hel am I doing? This stupid piece of iron won't scare him.

He casted a disdainful look at her weapon and smirked "look, let me take you to my craft; we have great doctors in Petra."

She tried to let out a fake laugh but coughed out blood "Yans .... never.... get...... taken."

Suddenly, he clinched his chest; he felt a sharp pain and his breathing was slowing down.

A faint smile appeared on her face at least I have hurt that cocky beast a little.

He sat back down and said, "Oh yes, I forgot. you guys kill yourselves rather than be captured."

Her face was pale, and her hand could no longer support the weight of her weapon; she dropped it and whispered, "Shut the Hel up."

The Petronian watched as her grip on the iron piece loosened. A smile brightened his beautiful face and he started crawling toward Izzy.

She could see him approaching but was too weak to move; she had lost too much blood. I guess that's how it ends; they say the kill chip is painless, I hope it's true, I can't take any more pain. Three, two, one......

 

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