“You’re not going to survive the descent!” “Iris!” Flight Command shouted through the comms. I was met with only a short splutter as the fusion reactor powering them failed. I tried to blink away the dizziness and fire up my boosters.
The band of color marking the horizon began to blur. My ship’s proximity alarms began to blare, but I couldn’t move fast enough.Įarth began to rotate around my canopy like it was being spun in a centrifuge. The stars would sing my name for generations. It looked like any other flower I’d seen, but I knew better than that.Įarth’s faraway commanders had refused to risk one of their few remaining officers for the job, so they'd picked me, a victim of lifelong exile, the granddaughter of a traitor. Red petals stared back at me, as innocent as ever. My dying homeworld blurred in my vision as I focused on the faint reflection I could barely make out in my cockpit’s canopy. I could change the tides of the war, reverse Earth’s impending fate. “We’ve got a visual, you’re go for landing. The colors had faded into browns and grays, and the fluffy white clouds visible from orbit were a thing of the past, instead replaced by smoke and the burning embers of fires nearly gone.Įarth was still alive, but she was dying. Earth wasn’t just a rock in space, it was a planet, a living thing.īut even from my vantage point, Earth was frail. My commanders had told me stories of brilliant blue oceans and emerald continents, swirling weather patterns and vibrant sunsets. I’d never gotten to see the planet in its prime. I swallowed, staring at the curve of the Earth beneath me. “Things are not looking good up here,” a voice said through my comms.
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