Well... I start to write a lot of short stories related to a fictional space sector, this is the first... I hope to upload the remaining ones soon as I can
also finishing the ones that I had to end
Spoiler for Hidden:
He woke up completely lost, looking around for something familiar when some debris of his ship past above his head. He is Lt Alexis Brook, pilot of the 56th Squadron, 5th fleet of the Arctos Protectorate, assigned to protect the space around the moon of Saesg from a violent increased pirate activity and raids in the trading route that connects this fringe world to the core worlds of the Arctos system. Memories of the fight that just occurred a half of an hour back, the ambush of a pirate patrol and the discover of a capture patrol Strarline-class cruiser, probably captured on a recent raid of an escorted convoy. The overwhelming forces of the militia was complete wiped out when the captured Starline jumped on their rear and the ferocity, nearly suicidal, attacks of the pirate patrol makes the squadron divided and disoriented. One by one they fall on the attack of the pirates, destroying the 56th Squad on less of 25 minutes of dogfight. Brook’s ship was ripped on 24 pieces, floating above the pilot’s head, he remembers that the cockpit screen was broken before the ship was destroyed, jettisoned him before the damaged engines blow up on a ball of fire so spectacular that he saw the pirate fighter before losing the consciousness. Now watching the space graveyard of his squadron, the freeze dead bodies, some ones ripped off in a gore-like butcher nightmare, dancing around the derbies of the squadron, captured on the orbit of the moon. Brook tried to communicate with the 5th fleet or someone in Saesg but the suit radio was broken, and no ship com radio survived near Brook. He was thinking of his bad luck when the light of the star of Saesg, Lumi; hit his helmet’s screen, was a dawn on the new celestial body created by the war. Looking to the star was when Lt Brook toke the decision and gently disengaged the magnetic clamps of his helmet and with some squeeze the mechanical lock was popped out, with a final glance to his partners, his family on duty and a small prayer to their souls he removed the helmet, and let the dark empty space takes his life, painless.
