Day 6 - Vicky - Sectiod Sabotage
Aliens, always hiding...
I had to babysit the idiot that decided to hide in the half destroyed house. I mean Emily was touched by the robots as well, surely she should've come with us, however Fred was left in charge of protecting me while my leg healed, and he had done a pretty good job at that. Stupid reporters always wanting to get a scoop, always wanting to invade people's privacy, why can't they all be like Jaso and have done with it.
Once I was finally discharged Fred filled me in on what our objective was; to destroy the local Cydonian Supply Ship and leave nothing left in its place. Neither of us were expecting the monstrosity that we saw when we arrived. It was easily twice the size of the Hospital that we were just in. We ended up searching for the door for around half an hour because the ship was so big and it blended in with the walls of the ship.
I waited for Fred to come back around from the other side of the ship. He looked to where I was pointing curiously, not seeing the door there.
"What are you pointing at?" he asked poking the wall around the space I was pointing.
"I found the door," I replied smugly, and then I pressed my hand to the door and it opened extremely quickly giving a swoosh of air. Fred nodded at me and then entered the ship. I followed in after him only to find about three tiny little grey aliens standing around, not quite sure what was happening.
They began to squirm and shake as I began to move the ground beneath them. Suddenly, the ground shot them into the air and crushed them against the roof.
"Nice," Fred commented as we moved around the corner slowly, another little grey thing was around the corner, but Fred tangled it up in weeds from below the ship. Fred found another, much clearer, door and entered it. I continued around the outside, while setting up a Psychic channel in my head so that we could still communicate. We've never tested how far they can stretch, but the monstrosity that we were raiding was defiantly within the maximum distance for the channels.
Around the corner a small section of the floor was glowing red, like it was a red hot or something. I looked above it and see an opening in the floor and decided that it must be a Gravity Lift. I ran over to it and shot a couple of fire-balls up at the aliens that were waiting above me. I then moved up the glowing red lift towards the top most floor.
Once up there, I moved on through the door to be confronted by about ten more aliens that shot at me with their plasma weapons. There were another five there, but I had no idea of what they were doing. I was so baffled by what they were doing that one or more of the other aliens managed to shoot me in the chest and I flew backwards through the door and into the wall. Then I felt the searing pain in my head and realised that the five other aliens were mentally attacking my brain.
I tried to climb to my feet but the pain was unbearable. Then suddenly, as I managed to get to my knees even more plasma fire came through the door, and the mental attacks stopped temporarily. That was until the gunfire stopped. Then I remembered my time in the future, six months of torture from the robots trying to take over my brain, but I had fought back, it was hard, but it worked. Then Tom had come and saved me, just as my sprit started to diminish.
Almost as quickly as it had started, it ended. But the pain wasn't gone, no. It was being sent back at the Sectoids, completely destroying their brains and crippling them. The gunners didn't have time to react. Fred had arrived from the gravity lift and taken them all down.
"Thanks," I said while shakily standing up. He caught me as I fell down again.
"We've got to finish this," he suggested while helping me through the door. In my head a squeaky voice kept on repeating tick tock. We moved towards the door into the bridge of the ship. Fred opened the door gracefully, and then we saw the timer.
"That is what the tick tock is about then," I stated. Fred ignored me and blasted a hole in the roof using one of the Sectoids' Plasma guns, once the hole had been made we flew through it – we made it clear of the ship right before it blew up. The explosion sent us higher up than we were meant to go. Fred caught me in his arms as I fell. His green eyes caught mine. And then we heard it. I turned my head towards the sound to find a giant dust cloud over where Tom and co went. They'd just blown up Bradley Barton Base.
All I could think of was whether or not they had made it out like we had.