Space Short Story

Through space I travel, my ship’s long range sensors pick-up the faint echo of a distress beacon. I set my ship on an intercept course to the distance star cluster from where the signal appears to be coming from. A Direnean-5 code named Kilamenjaro is what I command, full crew 24: 3 engineer, a doctor, 3 cooks, 7 members of the Elite Krun Hunters Attack Force (E.K.H.A.F.), 3 Special Analytical Scientists (S.A.S.), 2 Alien Technology Technicians and 5 Bridge Command Officers; Commanding Officer: Captain Alex Watt, Corporal Roger Rogan 2nd in command, Lt. Haruk Kavi Ship Navigations, Lt. Ontu Unri Weapons Control, Lt. Shamee Warjv Life Support Systems and Communications Controller.

From the One World United Order of Earth, Captain Watt’s Direnean-5 and crew have been sent on a patrol and alien technology salvage mission on the outer rim of the Sontaru Galaxy 3.4 light years from Earth.

“Commander I’m picking up audio now, I think we’re within range to pick-up the full distress call,” said Lt. Warjv.

“…zzzz…pop…bzzskit…help s.o.s.…to any ships…zzz…this is Corporal Calvin Hidh, of Zycon Mining in the U-Crum Star Cluster, we are under attack by unknown forces requesting assistant,…zzbzkit. I along with four others are held up in the surgical bay attempting to travel through the air ducts to reach the launch bay. Several core doors have been breached, fail safes have set in, trapping those within living quarters...thump, bang, thump, boom, sheek…“move, move they’re breaking through everyone through the air duct hurry, they’re almost upon us,…boom, boom, sht…zzbk…pop…zskts… No they’ve broken through, it can’t be there’s no one there!?” ‘Don’t be fooled you will not see death, we will not give you the privy of seeing your demise.’…SNAP…zzbst….END TRANSSMISSION (TIME ELAPSE 22 MINUTES).

“Lt. Kavi, full speed ahead,” said the commander, “E.K.H.A.F. gear up E.T.A. to hostile territory in two hours, pack your infra-red.”


2 hours 13 minutes elapse

Mission Log: Direnean-5 shuttle docked 5 minutes ago at Zycon Launch Bay. The air within the launch terminal smells old and rancid, but does have a hint of life about it; life signs read out of immediate area come up negative though. Descending a ladder into a circular room, my feet step upon a slippery floor all around blood and torn bodies. I am Krugan Runtar, Squad Leader of E.K.H.A.F.
By Robert M. Gonzalez