At 5,500 meters above sea level, the air was a thin, tasteless ghost. The Land-Crawler’s massive twelve-cylinder engine wheezed, its mechanical lungs gasping for oxygen that wasn't there. Ethan adjusted the manual controls, his eyes flicking to the coolant pipes—they were glowing a dull, rhythmic red, screaming for relief.
Each lurch of the modified levers sent the behemoth roaring through the jagged canyon, its tracks biting into ancient ice. But the greatest threat wasn’t the suffocating cold.
It was the sky.
“Ethan—look up!” May shouted from the upper hatch, her voice nearly lost to the gale. “That’s not random debris!”
Ethan followed her gaze. The night sky, usually a stagnant silver haze, was being pierced by vertical beams of eerie, violet light.
LIDAR.
High-powered ground arrays, synchronized with surgical precision by Commander Marcus aboard the Orion. Marcus wasn't just clearing the orbit; he was turning the graveyard of human satellites into a tactical battery. Every time a beam struck a debris cluster, the silver dust was shoved downward, accelerating until it became a rain of kinetic fire.
He wasn't cleaning the sky. He was scouring the Andes with burning tracers, turning every valley into a kill zone.
“Marcus… you’ve lost your mind,” Ethan growled, his knuckles white on the controls. “You're dropping fire on civilian sectors just to find us.”
A house-sized satellite antenna, wreathed in atmospheric flames, shrieked past them like a fallen angel.
BOOM—!
The shockwave slammed the Land-Crawler sideways, the massive machine groaning as it nearly toppled. The jolt sent Ethan’s old backpack tumbling from the seat, its contents spilling across the metal floor. A worn leather wallet slid free, and from it, a single photograph slipped out.
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May caught it before it hit the grease.
The image showed a younger Ethan in 2026, standing in the sterile, triumphant halls of NASA’s control room. Everyone in the photo was smiling. But May’s eyes locked onto the printed date and the bold black text on Ethan’s security badge.
[Chief Architect: Dr. Ethan Cole — Project Aegis]
“…This date,” May whispered, her voice turning to jagged ice. “November 14, 2026.”
Ethan went still.
“The day the silver rain started falling over my hometown,” she continued, her hand trembling. “The day my brother was cut in half by falling debris while he was just… looking at the sky.”
She raised her sidearm, the cold muzzle pressing hard against Ethan’s temple. The Land-Crawler lurched blindly forward, sliding across a glacier without a pilot’s guidance.
“Tell me, Ethan,” she spat, tears of rage blurring her vision. “Was it you? Were you the one who pressed the button? The one who locked the door and burned the world?”
Ethan didn’t flinch. He slowly turned his head to face the gun. His eyes weren't filled with fear—only a hollow, echoing ruin that had been abandoned long ago.
“Yes,” he said, his voice a low, steady rasp. “It was me. I ignored the 0.82 percent margin of error. I believed my math was flawless. I thought I was saving the world.”
His voice cracked, just once.
“But I killed your brother. I murdered the future. If you want to pull that trigger—do it. That moment is the only thing I’ve waited for every night for five years.”
May’s finger tightened. The hammer clicked back.
RATATAT—!
Gunfire suddenly chewed through the cockpit. The reinforced glass shattered into a thousand diamonds. Reaper drones, riding the violet light of the star-fall, had found their scent.
Ethan lunged, throwing his body over May’s as bullets shredded the interior padding.
“May!” he bellowed over the roar of the drones. “You can kill me later! But if I die now, the data on that drive dies with me! Your people will never see the stars again!”
May stared at him, her breath ragged, her face flecked with his blood. Slowly, she lowered the pistol and reached for her mechanical crossbow.
“Don’t misunderstand,” she said, her voice trembling with a hatred that ran deeper than the cold. “I haven’t forgiven you. You don’t even deserve a quick death.”
She kicked the hatch open, snow and fire swirling around her like a shroud.
“Go. Open the gate. Tear down the hell you built. We can talk about apologies after you've fixed the sky.”
Her crossbow snapped, a bolt striking a Reaper drone out of the burning air. Ethan wiped the blood from his brow and seized the controls with renewed ferocity.
The base was close. And for the first time in five years, he had a reason to survive.
[Author's Note & Patreon Launch]
Did you know? The "0.82% margin of error" mentioned by Ethan is a nod to real-world orbital mechanics and the 'Kessler Syndrome'—a theory that the density of objects in low earth orbit could become high enough that collisions between objects could cause a cascade.
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