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  I don’t know how long I slept. But it must be more than a whole day, I feel pressure in my head and my lungs are sore. My whole body feels completely battered, and it’s as if I’ve been breathing smoke for the st few days.

  I heard buzzing against my ears even before I was fully awake, I lifted my head, forcing my eyes to adjust.

  I widened my eyes, the wind piercing my eardrums and pushing against the skin of my face.

  — What’s happening? — I got up hastily. This is a ship, without a doubt. But where the hell are we going?

  "Readjust coordinates to L3-45.78.22! We are heading to the next base. Léia's ship is in a geostationary orbit 300 kilometers behind."

  I ran to find out what the hell had happened in such a short time; I don't even know how I ended up in this pce. I stood up and turned, soldiers, like me and not like them. Running with elite weapons.

  I bumped into the sergeant, momentarily relieved to see her. I swallowed hard before hastily asking my question due to the situation.

  — Sergeant! What’s happening? Are we in aerial combat?

  — We are rebelling against Léia.

  I widened my eyes and turned, looking out the windows, the clouds sliding by. I don’t know how the hell this happened so quickly. How long did I sleep? Zane. I can’t leave him behind. Léia is… our nd; when I slept, we were still fighting for it.

  — But… what about the others? Those still at the base, what could happen to them…

  — They won’t use them to threaten us if we show that we don’t care about hostages.

  I swallowed hard again, and she pced a heavy weapon in my hands, I bit my lips as she waved her hand outward. Looking at me with pitying eyes, I swallowed hard. The weapon is heavy as lead and special metal, with a single rge barrel and a wide length, adorned with red designs, and the reload seems very high.

  — Its recoil is greater. Don’t fall. Remember, resisting is the greatest hope we can grant to those we love and to ourselves.

  — Yes, ma’am...

  I nodded and leaned against the door, feeling one of the soldiers help me stay steady. I just woke up. But damn, I really want to kill those bastards.

  I raised the weapon to eye level, the warship behind immediately coming into view through the high-precision scope of the weapon. I adjusted the MX-45 in my hands and slid my finger on the trigger; the recoil is very strong, almost a push, like a two-legged kick against my ribcage, my ally behind me caught me firmly.

  The explosion of the MX-45 titan is absurd. This kind of military power struck directly against the side of the ship behind us. Unfortunately, the weapon takes time to reload.

  So I crouched and quickly stood up.

  But just as we have weapons now, they do too; they lowered the ship, leveling the height and aiming at us with a precision cannon from below, they called that (cannon) eclipse at the base, it was completely destructive. I quickly turned and grabbed another weapon from the ground. The colleague beside me sighed, and I pulled her with me to the open door of the ship.

  — Hold me!

  — Okay!

  She seems scared, but I don’t have time for that; I grabbed some ropes and tied my torso, throwing it to her and sliding down, supporting myself on the nding gear of the ship. I raised the random weapon. It’s hard to aim; the position isn’t suitable, and neither is the intense wind that slides my clothes.

  I can see them. See those masked soldiers in impeccable clothing. The people who destroyed my life. Who took everything from me, my heart ignites even more. I need to shoot.

  I fired at the pressure arcs of the ship; they were hidden behind yers of unevenness and panels. But the little mechanical knowledge I managed to learn is enough for me to try to aim at the pce I think they are.

  The bullets started coming out immediately; not all hit, the wind, all these influences could end up changing the final destination. I pulled the trigger as if I were crazy.

  If I can save Zane, I’ll do anything, even if I have to cling to the slightest hope.

  I knocked down the ptes and fired even faster at the exposed pressure areas.

  — Give me a reload!

  I grunted. One of them turned, pushing a psma magazine; I shoved it into the reload chamber and returned my attention to that; the other things around were mere distractions.

  "We're going to be hit! Prepare for impact; the auxiliary ships are arriving." I swallowed hard when I saw an army of blue-gray ships emerging and taking down Léia's red ship.

  I took a deep breath, my lungs burning. I couldn’t react much more with the colleague who helped me throw myself back into the ship. And then a huge explosion hit my eardrums, leaving me deaf.

  A horrible smell, iron, gunpowder, and fire, exactly like hell must be. I tried, but I couldn’t stay awake; all that was left for me was a cold and unyielding darkness.