On a fine Saturday afternoon the worlds first hydrogen containment flying apparatus is about to make its debut flight. The ace flyer for this excursion is Thomas Wright accompanied by some individuals; the lavish duke of Ellington Hans von Ludwig, the countess from Bermingshire Elenor good fellow, and last but not lest the princess of our nation princess Sophia kalmora.
The pilot and the passengers got on board, the initial take off was smooth sailing. Until a burst of winds battled and shifted them off course. The passengers worried and fuel running low the pilot had to think of a safe way to land and a way to get a rescue party to them.
A dire situation turns even worse when the clash of thunder and the flash lightning illuminates the sky. Dark clouds gather and fear starts to rise. All hope is lost the passengers thought, but not if the pilot can help it he looked for a source to reignite the dying flame luckily the duke is a heavy smoker and had a match in hand. The balloon shakes and swerves along the wind currents, the pilot reach out his hand to the burner and slowly but surely the flame begins to dance and sway then boom. The fire expands the hot air envelopes the inside. Just in the nick of time as they slowly descend down back to the ground.
But this is just the first step now they need a way to call for help.
I landed on a blue rock with a group of others in the year xxxx. The mission off the inhabitants and prep for assimilation with sion a star sized spacecraft. Resistance was expected but defeat was unthinkable. The council of the elders foresaw our success as they have always done. This time however they were wrong the future foresaw was rewritten. The inhabitants of this rock floating about in space host an inconceivable virus. The virus called themselves humans. They pilfered the land and destroyed their own world, but as deprived of resources as they were they fought thick and then, rains or shine till the last of us, till only I was left to fulfill the mission. We dissect and strip planets for sion to use as fuel. The humans struggle and fought there here to this moment but what was it all for I’m nothing but a janitor cleaning the garbage and preparing for disposal. If the humans struggled this long on us what if a soldier comes down here but that’s just it humans are lucky lucky to know they are not worth the trouble a small blue ball drifting in space was but a task to be done down a very long list of miscellaneous options for fuel. The planet was picked out of random and I was picked out of a random crop of janitors. Just like the humans I will fight till my last breath as they have done for a fruitless struggle
A star shines bright Across the summers day But darkness takes hold of the light Looming spirits wander; come what may Souls wail and screech as they reach toward the dark sky A lone soldier journeys through the grime and gore Grabs hold of hope so dear for today you say goodbye Tomorrow comes as it does till forever more The darkness fades and mornings dew Light illuminates the eerie mood And the sky had never looked so blue
