*the
crackle of static sounds loudly in the reporters ear*
*a tiny
female voice begins talking tentatively at first and then more and more firm
and assured.*
Look,
if anyone is out there please… please… just listen… I don’t know how much
juice this rig has left in it. Heh, I was barely able to scrap it
together in the first place with spare parts from my ship… which was mostly
scrap and spare parts in the first place...
I guess
when it comes right down to it I didn’t need the thruster relays or the emergency
beacon… nobody is going to find me… I wouldn’t know where to tell them to look
anyway…
But it
is vital to our universe, that this message get through to someone who can
expose as many people to the truth as possible… others must know about
this so they can do something… this can’t happen to anyone else… it…. it
just can’t.
Deep
breath kid… you knew this was how this could turn out… just do your job…
Here
goes...
*the
reporter quickly scribbles down as much of the preamble as he listens to the
voice begin her story. *
I come
from a place we call Alak’sün’antera… I overhear the monsters call it
“the playoff planet” as if it is just some kind of amusement park….
My
name….. it isn’t important, but my story is…
Every
year our home is ravaged, nearly decimated by the most insane groups of evil
super powers my world has ever seen… huge monsters as big as cities with
seemingly unlimited powers even some smaller monsters wearing garish primary
colors with red glowing eyes and matching red capes…
No
matter how they look we know that our entire home world is simply an anvil that
they attempt to shatter each other upon year after year causing untold millions
of my people to suffer and die… all of them except me...
And for
what?!
“Pride”!? “Honor”!? I don’t see anything honorable about the
way they behave and for certain nothing any decent being would be proud of!
*There
is silence and the sound of angry breath being forced through two tiny nostrils
as the speaker tries to regain control. *
*She
begins again, in a whisper at first*
And
now…. now they’ve awoken something deep within my world… something
ancient and terrible… this goes far beyond the stories we told to keep
our children in their beds… this is pure malevolence, and it’s fundamentally
changed my home… even the peaceful places feel haunted… no longer silent
in the way such places are... that warm faint thrum of vitality in the air…
it’s gone… replaced with a cloying lack of sound like a vitality sensor that
has recently been switched off after the patient has simply stopped living.
The silence is seething with fury….
They
thought this was their planet alone for years… the topsiders with their Mayor
and their complicated governments... when the corruption began we felt it below
first, where we live… they built massive ships to evacuate everyone… even the
animals... but somehow I doubt their opulence was enough to save them.
Our entire society scraped together just enough resources to build a
single vessel… and in that vessel was room for a single pilot…
That’s
me…. heh… and that’s my mission… to save someone… even if I can’t save
myself.
We hope
to get the message out there that no world should ever be used like this; no
planet should be treated like a sandbox for monsters… These beings… they
have virtually unlimited power, why do they not have the self esteem to know
that this constant fighting is useless and they get nothing from it but death
and the corruption of their very souls.
Someone…
anyone out there… find out who is responsible for this… and for my sake.. the
sake of my people… for the sake of the universe… make them pay… the world they
choose next may be your own… sold to monsters to bolster the egos of the madmen
who think they own your planet…
*another
silent pause descends on the transmission*
That’s…
that’s it I guess… *the reporter hears the girl sniff, she’s
obviously crying* I’ll… I’ve got enough food pills and life support to last for
a while… heh… maybe someone will come by… but I just hope someone got
this… and I’ve done my job...so even if nobody comes for me… I’m ok with that….
I’m going to reduce power and set this transmission to loop for as long
as it can. Goodbye… and thank you for listening..
*the
reporter hears an audible click of the control panel of some unknown
spacecraft… he wonders if he can triangulate the signal and find out where it
came from… but he knows he has to get this story out to every major news
contact he knows at the galactic information bureau…*
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