Luna continued her reflection.
After the drop off they had moved quickly through the bush, towards the citadel. They covered their tracks as they went.
The outcrop they had selected gave them cover and an excellent view of the port. They had spent 45 minutes observing the routines of the sentinels guarding the rig in pad 16b.
They had done various distance calculations, gathered weather data and synchronised their timepieces.
They had found the optimal position whereby Luna could hit a Sentinel, cause it to self-destruct and not cause too much damage. Hitting a Sentinel when it was too close to the rig could cause the fuel tanks to ignite. The resulting explosion could damage nearby buildings. That would definitely result in collateral damage.
“Mentor had been very specific about avoiding that!” Luna reflected.
The first window had opened at 8:30am, however, the sentinels weren’t in the right positions.
They had predicted it wouldn’t be until the 9:22am window before the sentinels would be in the correct position. They had waited patiently for the interference software to cause a momentary glitch in the Citadels defences. Mentor’s information suggested the glitch would cycle every 8 minutes. When it did, a single shot could penetrate the shield undetected.
At 9:22, the sentinels were in the correct position, but a 2nd Sentinel blocked the shot. They had let that window pass.
“Three chances remained,” reflected Luna.
At a little before 9:30, the 2nd Sentinel had moved. The shot was possible.
Luna had checked that her breathing was still slow and steady.
She had checked her calculations again. They had calculated the shot would take 2.7 seconds to reach the target. Luna went over those calculations once more as she swept the ground behind her.
Luna recalled, she had then checked the sight once more and counted down the seconds.
At precisely 9:29:57 she had taken a half breath, then applied a slight amount of pressure to the trigger. The rifle fired. She had absorbed the recoil and continued to hold her breath.
Immediately, Marr had placed a cover over the rifle muzzle. Then they fell silent and held their breaths.
At exactly 7 seconds after Luna pulled the trigger, a slight pop reached their ears. Success they both thought. No massive explosion, just enough to detonate the Sentinel.
With the confirmation, they had lifted themselves up gently and backed away from the outcrop, covering their tracks as they went.
Luna finished her reflection by recalling the path they had taken away from the outcrop over the last 40 minutes. She felt confident and content.
It was at this moment that they heard the Sentinel quadcopters!
“Right on cue,” suggested Luna.
“Yep, let’s have a little rest and sit it out,” smiled Marr.
Pushing into the centre of a nearby bush, they settled in to wait.
Thirty minutes later, things hadn’t gone well for the observer in the Citadel.
The mobile squad had been dispatched to the location of the muzzle flash. They found nothing. The location showed no evidence of any persons being at the location or in the vicinity.
The observer had been over the logs and footage several times. The footage coming in from the wild was patchy and movement tracking systems glitchy. However, the observer knew cross checks when the keepers returned in the evenings, always showed things were as expected. No one looked out of place.
The observer trusted the system and it showed no trace of bad actors. The flash must have been something else.
The observer’s superiors had taken over. They had listened to the report and then put the observer into a locked room. The observer would have no further involvement in narrative writing or work within the security team.
Sitting in the locked room, the observer tried to focus on reading the press release.
The observer would be reading it live to the media in a few moments. Staying focused was not an easy task given the rumours that the observer had heard about those that get unprivileged.
The press release read: “Earlier this morning, I was monitoring Pad 16b. I thought I saw someone acting suspicious near the rig. I ordered the Squad of sentinels to open fire causing a small amount of damage. I am terribly sorry for the damage that I have caused and accept full responsibility for the carelessness of my actions.”
(to be continued...)
[Rule of Twelve, Double Take, Chapter 4 - Cause and effect (Passage 3 of 5)]
All Rights Reserved. Copyright © 2021 BJ Allen
If you are looking to catch-up by reading entire chapters, find them on ThinkSpot.
Passages will appear here in Locals first, but I can’t put the entire chapter here because of post size limitations. So, I am publishing the chapters via ThinkSpot. You don’t need an account to read the chapters. Just follow the link and scroll down.
Chapter 1 - A routine descent
Chapter 2 - Perspective
Chapter 3 - Grounding
Chapter 4 - Cause and effect
Chapter 5 - The first meeting
Chapter 6 - Staying goodbye
Chapter 7- Instability
Chapter 8 - Orientation
Rule of Twelve, Double Take - Ch15 (Passage 5/5)
“Hi,” came Luna’s voice as she bounced into the suit locker.
Dukk turned around.
“Are you alright? You are all flushed?”
“Yes, I am fine. I was practicing some yoga in zero-G. I lost track of time. Quite challenging and not what I expected.” Luna replied.
“Yoga?” Marr mouthed silently at Luna from behind Dukk.
Luna smiled cheekily.
Marr held her hands up and looked away as if to say ‘I don't want to know’.
Dukk laughed. He’d been an apprentice too once. He knew what was on his mind the first time he was in zero-g. And, he could tell an intentional lie.
“Are you sure you want to try this now? I can go alone and you can get back to your ‘yoga’?” Dukk asked in gest emphasising the last word.
“Nope, I’m good. Let’s do this.”
Thirty five minutes later, Luna stood at the port outer doorway. She was in awe.
Dukk and Luna had completed the same process Bazzer and Marr had done earlier. Marr, with ...
Time is a gift. A gift that is precious and beautiful. A gift that must be opened immediately as it comes by once only. Missing the opportunity of that gift is a travesty. Lacking in or having the absence of hope is one sure way to miss that opportunity.
I chose years ago, to use this gift to help others make the most of it too. In the space between, I love, learn and write. I do this all in the hope that we return to our truth.
My writing is futuristic, honest and brutal at times. I hope to bring focus to that which matters most: Love, choice, and truth.
Your financial support would be greatly appreciated, but not needed to read my writings. Also, subscribers get the material 2-3 weeks ahead of everyone else.
I am publishing what I write, one passage at a time via normal posts within my Locals community.
You simply need to join the community and you’ll get book chapters delivered directly to you as they are published. TIP: use the “Sign Up” button, not “Support Now” button, if you want to ...