Code:Spica – Expedition 4

ANOTHER report came in, none of our droids made it. I was in the control room and I was considered as control for Spica, second in command when the captain is out. I waited for him, but the captain never came. I must carry out the next order. Spica is in danger. Hazor is a hostile planet. Those are the two things I have in mind. I ordered Spica to move away from Hazor but things do not seem to go right. The planet was pulling Spica like there was a strong gravitation around us all of a sudden. In a couple of minutes, we are inside the stratosphere of Hazor. We all looked what the planet is really is inside, we are amazed and scared at the same time. Amazed because it is almost like Earth, I mean, it is Earth itself, I praise. Scared because none of our droids came back. I asked Spica to prepare for war, to fight to the death in case someone, or something came rushing towards us. We will fight back, Spica will not die without resisting. Come to think of it, Spica became our home, our own planet after the real Earth perished thousands of years ago. It was our sanctuary while we are drifting in space. Yes, we travel like we are alone but deep inside, I feel there was someone waiting for us, someone hopes for us. Our captain asked us to strengthen our faith, our belief. He asked us that honor should come first before our personal desire. Maybe, that is the real reason why we are still here,  breathing, crying, hoping and yearning to see a real home once again. A planet that we can call home. A paradise like Hazor that tries to test our faith.

Inspired by David Hodges, A Very Short Novels – 299 Words Each, Anything More is a Waste