Just as they reached the shuttle, a blast sounded from behind her. The medic threw her toward the shuttle door. “Get inside and hit the blue button to close the door. Now!”
She stumbled on the ramp almost falling. Looking back as she scrambled up the ramp she watched in horror as three familiar figures came out of the woods. The two assholes that abducted her and the rebel leader came out shooting their blasters at SimON and the medic. The medic tried to return fire but soon the two men who took her tackled him to the ground.
In horror she watched as SimON was shot in the chest with the blaster. The rebel leader didn’t hesitate stepping over poor SimON and heading right for her.
Tera turned to run inside the shuttle and managed to hit the blue button just in time. She watched the ramp as it lifted up closing the door on the leader and his cronies.
The shuttle shook as the men used their blasters against the ramp. She was helpless if they managed to get the doors open. She would be dead.
“Oh God.”
Moving back to the console, she looked for controls that would start the shuttle. Damn it! Where’s the start engine button? She hit several buttons and must have hit the communications. She heard someone’s voice over the intercom. It sounded like Commander TylOR.
“Hello! Help! Mayday! Mayday!”
“Who is this?” the male’s voice demanded almost making her jump back in fear.
“It’s Tera Kincaid. We’re under attack! SimON’s been shot and I don’t know if Medic TynER is still alive or not.”
“Tera?” a familiar beloved voice grasped over the line.
“CristOF. Oh God he’s here, CristOF. The rebel leader is trying to shoot open the door to the shuttle.”
“Stay there. We’re on our way.”
The shuttle shook again and there was a creak. “I don’t know if you’ll get here in time. The door sounds like it’s starting to give way.” She felt panic gripping her.
“Tera! Tera!”
“I’m here,” she tried to calm herself down taking deep breaths.
“Sit down and buckle up. We’re going to try to pilot the shuttle remotely,” he told her.
Tera sat in the pilot’s chair and fumbled with the seat belt. The shuttle console lit up and she could feel the shuttle start to lift up. It rose higher, moving away from the rebels below. A thrill went through her. She was going to make it!
She looked at the viewing screen, which showed her what was happening below. The three men raised their blasters, and the next moment the shuttle shook and tilted on its side. Then the vehicle was falling towards the trees.
Reaching out toward the communicator, she shouted, “CristOF! The shuttle is being shot down!”
“Hang on honey…”
The next thing she felt was the impact as the shuttle crashed into tree after tree. She lost consciousness at some point. When she woke up with the shuttle on its side on the ground. There was a gaping hole in part of the shuttle facing the sky.
Taking deep breaths she moved to undo the buckle binding her to the chair. She reached for the communicator but all she got was static.
“Hello?”
Static.
“CristOF, help.”
Static.
Getting up she moved around the shuttle trying to figure out how to get out. The ramp wasn’t accessible; her only escape option was the hole. Standing on a chair, she was able to pull herself up through the hole, but she cut her hand on the shredded metal of the ship in the process.
She didn’t have much time; the rebels could be searching for her. Or maybe they just wanted the shuttle. She felt glad that the rebels wouldn’t be able to escape using the shuttle. Unfortunately, it also meant she was stuck on this island alone with the enemy. How did they get here? They must have had a boat too.
Well, if she was going to die she was going to make damn sure these assholes were caught and punished. That meant she had to find how they made it to the island and keep them from leaving. She only wished that she could warn CristOF, and to tell him how she felt about him.
