TITLE: The Kodiak Child
AUTHOR: DJE (dje1985@hotmail.com)
RATING: PG
SPOILERS:
SUMMARY: The Dragans attack. The Kodiak Pride falls.
NOTES: I welcome feedback of any kind!
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing except this story. Gene Roddenberry's Andromeda is the property Tribune Entertainment Company. But this story, and all of its original characters are mine.
1 The Kodiak Child
The pounding of Dragon weapons still rang out across the city. The vicious roar of fire was spreading. Everything was in chaos. He was so young, so fragile, so oblivious to the tragedy around him. He looked around at the burning remains of the buildings. Tenderly, he felt the sore gash across his forehead. A tear came to his eye. He remembered…
The beating of the guns was louder. The fires hadn't started yet. His family were hiding behind a pile of stone… rubble, souvenirs of what was. His father was looking out for something as his mother clutched him closely to her, sobbing into his dark hair. His eyes were closed and he tried to sleep. He didn't know what was going on around him.
Suddenly he felt his mother running. His father told them that if they found a camp they would be safe. His father thought there was one near. He opened his eyes and peered over his mother's shoulder. He let out a cry and closed them tightly as he saw the devastation around him. Debris littered the streets, as did the dead. Small pools of blood lay here and there and the terrifying, dead, twisted faces stared up at him.
Dragon warships soared overhead. The engines roaring, the weapons pounding. The war continued as soldiers continued to die. He remembered his fathers infamous words, "we will win. We will defeat the Drago - Kazov." He was wrong.
Once, again they came to a sudden stop. A loud explosion forced light upon the darkening sky. He looked up. He heard ringing in his ears. A warship had crash landed on an abandoned building. More fire lapped at the sky. Screams of terror filled the air, along with war cries and shouts of anger.
The hammering of the Dragon weapons was growing ever nearer. As his mother clutched him all the more tightly, he didn't know what to do. He felt his mother's heart pounding faster and faster and then… it happened so quickly.
His mother was screaming. His father was shouting. Peering out again, he gasped in horror. His father was grappling with an Dragon. A soldier of the Drago - Kazov pride.. His mother screamed. He didn't know what to do. He just watched in horror.
Suddenly a shot rang out. It seemed to ring out louder than anything else before it: the explosions, the continuous roar of fire, the drumming of the Dragon weapons: this one shot. Then his father fell, a bloody gash open on his forehead.
His mother ran with him away from the soldier. Then another shot rang out. Tearing through the air, like a ball of fire. Her grasp loosened. She fell. He fell. His head struck against the concrete. Blood dripped from his forehead almost instantaneously. He looked around. His mother's dead face stared up at him.
He got to his feet and looked up at the soldier, horrified. The soldier's grim bloody face stared back at him. This time a smashing roar of shots was fired into the descending night. The soldier spun around, then fell… He looked around. His dead father. His dead mother. A dead soldier. It was all over in one pivotal second. For a great time the Kodiak had been predicting the coming of the Dragons. But he'd never thought it would happen.
The pounding of Dragon weapons still rang out across the city. The vicious roar of fire was spreading. Everything was in chaos. He was so young, so fragile, so oblivious to the tragedy around him. He looked around at the burning remains of the buildings. Tenderly, he felt the sore gash across his forehead. A tear came to his eye. It was not over. It had only just begun. But the Kodiak Pride had fallen.
AUTHOR: DJE (dje1985@hotmail.com)
RATING: PG
SPOILERS:
SUMMARY: The Dragans attack. The Kodiak Pride falls.
NOTES: I welcome feedback of any kind!
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing except this story. Gene Roddenberry's Andromeda is the property Tribune Entertainment Company. But this story, and all of its original characters are mine.
1 The Kodiak Child
The pounding of Dragon weapons still rang out across the city. The vicious roar of fire was spreading. Everything was in chaos. He was so young, so fragile, so oblivious to the tragedy around him. He looked around at the burning remains of the buildings. Tenderly, he felt the sore gash across his forehead. A tear came to his eye. He remembered…
The beating of the guns was louder. The fires hadn't started yet. His family were hiding behind a pile of stone… rubble, souvenirs of what was. His father was looking out for something as his mother clutched him closely to her, sobbing into his dark hair. His eyes were closed and he tried to sleep. He didn't know what was going on around him.
Suddenly he felt his mother running. His father told them that if they found a camp they would be safe. His father thought there was one near. He opened his eyes and peered over his mother's shoulder. He let out a cry and closed them tightly as he saw the devastation around him. Debris littered the streets, as did the dead. Small pools of blood lay here and there and the terrifying, dead, twisted faces stared up at him.
Dragon warships soared overhead. The engines roaring, the weapons pounding. The war continued as soldiers continued to die. He remembered his fathers infamous words, "we will win. We will defeat the Drago - Kazov." He was wrong.
Once, again they came to a sudden stop. A loud explosion forced light upon the darkening sky. He looked up. He heard ringing in his ears. A warship had crash landed on an abandoned building. More fire lapped at the sky. Screams of terror filled the air, along with war cries and shouts of anger.
The hammering of the Dragon weapons was growing ever nearer. As his mother clutched him all the more tightly, he didn't know what to do. He felt his mother's heart pounding faster and faster and then… it happened so quickly.
His mother was screaming. His father was shouting. Peering out again, he gasped in horror. His father was grappling with an Dragon. A soldier of the Drago - Kazov pride.. His mother screamed. He didn't know what to do. He just watched in horror.
Suddenly a shot rang out. It seemed to ring out louder than anything else before it: the explosions, the continuous roar of fire, the drumming of the Dragon weapons: this one shot. Then his father fell, a bloody gash open on his forehead.
His mother ran with him away from the soldier. Then another shot rang out. Tearing through the air, like a ball of fire. Her grasp loosened. She fell. He fell. His head struck against the concrete. Blood dripped from his forehead almost instantaneously. He looked around. His mother's dead face stared up at him.
He got to his feet and looked up at the soldier, horrified. The soldier's grim bloody face stared back at him. This time a smashing roar of shots was fired into the descending night. The soldier spun around, then fell… He looked around. His dead father. His dead mother. A dead soldier. It was all over in one pivotal second. For a great time the Kodiak had been predicting the coming of the Dragons. But he'd never thought it would happen.
The pounding of Dragon weapons still rang out across the city. The vicious roar of fire was spreading. Everything was in chaos. He was so young, so fragile, so oblivious to the tragedy around him. He looked around at the burning remains of the buildings. Tenderly, he felt the sore gash across his forehead. A tear came to his eye. It was not over. It had only just begun. But the Kodiak Pride had fallen.