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It was jam packed, too hot, a lot of noise, and no light. It was the life of live stock, but we were not livestock. We were people. We were running, running from the war that was engulfing this arm of the galaxy and the planet I had once called home was its next victim. I was only 18 at the time and I wouldn't at that point considered myself a "fighter". I was just a young man who looked out for his family, going to school in hopes of becoming a ship mechanic or better yet a ships engineer so I could explore this glorious galaxy we called the milky way. However the political powers that be, and the other races couldn't just get along. No we had to slaughter each other; over resources, faith, moral disputes, or just for the sheer pleasure of destruction, some of it more trivial than others, some of it shadier than it was made to be. They're was a lot of reasons for the war, but this is not a story about the war. This is a story about me, and my brother and our adventure impacted the galaxy and all of its races.
I was pressed up against the hull my little brother standing across from me, he was only younger than me by a four years. I could see his face showing signs of worry. We had been split from our parents a few hours ago and we had no idea if they had made it onto the ship or not.
"Eric, look it's going to be alright, we'll meet up with them again, we just need to be patient. They told us the Armishian fleets will be there in a week. There is no doubt in my mind that Mum, and Dad are going to be okay." I told him.
" I know, but something is bothering. Something in my gut just isn't sitting right. It's like that feeling you get when tomorrow something big is going to happen and you just can't wait for tomorrow to come, but the opposite. " He replied.
"But nothing is going to happen tomorrow, we're going to still be here in this over cramped metal box with thrusters and a elementary dark drive."
"I'm not saying that anything will Ian." He mumbled back at me angrily," Just never mind."
I let it go, and stopped speaking to him. Eric didn't particularly liked sharing what he thought, and often that he was misunderstood and then became easily frustrated with whomever he spoke to. That person was often me because he often said things that weren't clear or besides the point. The ship shuddered and the hull groaned, the chatter among the people quietened for a moment in fear but it soon passed as the shuddering had stopped. It had been three hours since we had left home I guessed the shuddering was just the dark drive had finished charging and it had just fired.
"We are not going to see home again are we?" Eric asked me while staring at his feet.
"I wouldn't count on it." I said putting my hand in my pocket grabbing a rock that had been burned the image of our family standing on the tallest mountain on our home planet.
"Do you think we're going to be able to meet up with everyone on Cassius nine, and live normally again?" He asked now looking at the object in my hand," Ian I don't think it's possible, I don't think it's a good idea to keep pushing the truth away with these stupid little fantasies, and I think you know exactly what I mean." He had his arm outstretched now wanting to see the rock. I handed it over while adjusting my footing as the ship shuddered again.
" It's what I want to happen, but like you said it's just a stupid little fantasy. Nothing can be the same after this, and maybe it never should have been when the war was announced, but it's how we cope with things that scare us I suppose. I don't know it's kind of pitiful, but at the same time maybe beautiful. I don't know Eric. I really don't. I wish I could say the right thing, do the right thing, make it all stop rewind and never happen. That's just a fantasy to, a childish stupid one. If you want to know what I think will happen is that if we're lucky we'll get to see our parents again, and the other route is we're not and we just freed up labour for the war effort. We might be split up made to join the forces. I really don't know I don't see this ending well, but I will make a promise to you that no matter what I will make sure they don't split us up, and we'll hang through this to the very end." I smiled giving him the rock.
" Don't make promises you can't keep Ian you can't stop those guys in the suits when they've made up their mind." Eric said taking the rock, wiping it clean and giving a ghost of a smile.
" Or is it the other way around?" I said with a cocky mischievous grin. Eric smiled handing me the rock back.
"I would like to see that. It could be comical." He said shuffling his feet, and doing his best not to look at the ground.
"Very." I replied pocketing the rock. The ship shuddered again this time more violently than before. Screams of pain echoed through the darkness and people who were unable to hold their footing.
"They're here!" Someone screamed in fear, " We're all going to die!" The shipped ceased its stirring there was no announcement over the ships communication system. I doubted that it was the enemy. Something told me we would already be very dead if it was them. Which left the options of a mechanical problem, or pirates, or third option that I had yet to conceive of or know based on the little information I had. I looked around the room looking for a place to access the ships AI. I couldn't see anything the ship shook again this time with a deafening bang. Red lights flooded the room as a smooth female voice sounded over the speakers.
"We have been boarded by pirates, please remain calm." and that's when the complete opposite occurred.