All heads to Sol: Battle of Sol and it's cores part 3
11 Dec 2024Andmos
As the assault on Alpha Centauri began to slow, I gathered everyone on the bridge. The tension that had filled the air for so long was now slowly dissipating, but the reality of what was to come still hung heavy in the room. This ragtag group of individuals—people who had stepped up to do the impossible, day in and day out—had become something more. They had become family, bound not just by necessity, but by a shared determination to see this mission through, no matter the cost. I could not ask for a better crew. We were explorers, discoverers, miners, engineers, traders, close-combat specialists, pilots—and now, soldiers.The room grew quiet as I stood at the front, my voice cutting through the hum of the ship. "Ladies and gentlemen, thank you all for coming," I said, my eyes scanning the faces before me—each one etched with exhaustion, but also a quiet pride. "We’re about to head for Sol. Reports tell us of desperate combat around Mars and Earth, and they need our help as soon as possible. But before we plunge into the maelstrom, I want to take a moment to speak."
I let the words hang in the air for a moment, allowing the weight of what was happening to settle in. There was a sense of finality in the air, as though we were standing on the edge of something monumental. Everyone knew what was at stake. This wasn’t just a battle for survival; it was a fight for everything we had come to know and love.
"Never have I been so proud of you all," I continued, my voice steady, but heavy with emotion. "Each one of you has given your utmost for this ship, for this crew, and for the mission. No one here has ever backed down, never hesitated, and never given less than their best. I could not ask for anything more."
I paused, letting the silence stretch for a moment as I thought back to the day we left the bubble. It seemed so long ago now.
"When we first left the bubble, we were explorers, discoverers, miners, engineers, traders, close-combat specialists, and pilots. We were fathers, mothers, sons, and daughters. We were individuals with our own dreams, our own lives, and our own reasons for being here. But today, we are so much more. We are a family forged in the fires of adversity. We have grown together, bled together, and fought together. We are brothers and sisters now—bound not just by our mission, but by the bonds we have formed in the heat of battle."
I took a deep breath, letting the gravity of the situation fill the space around us.
"Once we bring down the Titan Cocijo, there will be time for each of you to search for your loved ones, to find out if they're safe. If they are, you’ll have the chance to hold them again. If not, we will find them. I promise you that. We are a family, and when one of us falls, the rest of us rise to carry on. There will be mourning after this battle, but there will also be rebuilding—rebuilding not just our world, but our lives."
I clenched my fists, my resolve hardening like steel. "But I have no doubt that we will rebuild. We are stronger than anything this war can throw at us. And one day, when we’re telling our grandchildren the story of the Battle of Sol, they’ll ask, ‘Where were you?’ And we will tell them we were right here, at the front line, standing shoulder to shoulder, fighting for everything that mattered. And we’ll laugh, knowing that despite the horrors, despite the loss, they’ll be mighty bored hearing our stories."
I let the words sink in, meeting the eyes of everyone in the room. "We are the ones who will make the difference. Not just because of our skill, but because of our hearts. We’ve been through the worst and come out the other side stronger. And that’s why, when they ask, our story will never be forgotten."
"For Sol! For Earth! For our heart" the crew bellowed out.
"Dismissed"