'No! Really!' Charles said. He pushed himself up. 'Maybe we should try to get out of here?' Reese got up and stared at the spaceship covering the sky.
'Yeah, probably a good idea.' He looked around. Charles was going back to the Stargate. Andrew was standing next to the balcony, taking pictures of the spaceship with his PDA.
'Hmm. That spaceship doesn't match any known architecture.' He said, tapping away at the screen. He turned around. 'Neither do the buildings. Puzzling.' Reese looked at him strangely.
'What's the puzzle?' He asked.
'This place has no connection to any Earth cultures, except for the fact that there are thousands of Earth dialects printed on the inside of that room.' He said, pointing with his stylus at the Stargate room. Reese sighed.
'How are we goi-' FZZZZZZAAAAAAAAAHHHHMMMMMMMMMMM! Reese and Andrew spun around. Charles had been thrown backwards by some sort of force field that was glittering around the entrance to the Stargate room. Reese ran over to Charles and checked his pulse. 'Charlie's gone.' He said after a while. Andrew stared in horror.
'My God.' He said quietly. Reese looked over at the field protecting the Stargate.
'Well, there's that option gone.' He looked over at Andrew. 'Do you know how to fly a spaceship?' Andrew shook his head. 'Well, Andy, it's time I taught you.'
They were down in the spaceship compound. It was a dull orange/brown, and the spaceships all looked like angular fighter planes. Reese was inside one of these, trying to hook it up. Andrew was upstairs with Charles in the cockpit. Reese had carried Charles there. For decency, he had said. Andrew tried not to let it bother him. He was looking ahead, thinking about Earth, his life, his girlfriend, his home…and the thing that had just zipped across the compound. He blinked. Probably the shock of Charles' death. He looked over at him. Poor guy, he thought. He didn't deserve to die, not here, not anywhere. It wouldn't have been the way he wanted to go, if he wanted to go. Something in the compound caught his eye. Something zipped along the floor, some way off. Again, another thing zipped along the floor. He watched for a while, then remembered his zoology 101. He watched the creatures for a few more seconds. What are they doing? He wondered. He looked around. The things were still getting closer now. He looked around. Yes, they were all around the compound, and getting closer. What are they heading towards? Then the penny dropped. They were heading for him. They were predators, and his team were the main course. Oh. Oh, bollocks. He reached for his radio. 'Er, Reese?'
Reese was in what could count for the engine room. He was fixing it. Someone had left instructions in English. Plain English, in fact. It was peculiar, But in a time of crisis, Reese was not one to argue. He wiped his forehead with his arm and shut the open service panel in front of him. That should do it, he thought. Then his radio went off. He held it up to his ear. Andrew was shouting.
'Sir, we have a situation. Come up to the cockpit, NOW!' Reese felt insulted. He said so. 'Look, just you remember who's in char'
'NOW! NO EXCUSES! NOW!' Reese stared at the radio, then ran up to the cockpit. He stared.
'What the HELL are those things!' He said after a couple of seconds.
'I have absolutely no idea.' Andrew said. He really was stumped. The things were close enough to get a good picture from, so he took one. They had quickened pace since he used the radio. He looked at his PDA screen, and kept looking. The things were hideous. They looked strangely human, except the PDA told him they were 10 foot high, had wings and very powerful muscles. Reese had sat down in the pilot's seat.
'Well, let's not stay around long enough to find out!' Reese looked over the controls. He pulled on what looked like a throttle. The ship stared up. The creatures stopped, stared, and started running straight for them. 'Oh Shit!' Reese said, pulling on some controls. He found what looked like a runway. He sped up, moving into position. There was a radar-like machine on the dashboard, and it was showing lots and lots of movement. Inbound movement. He pushed he put the throttle up to full. Nothing happened. Andrew stared at him.
'No way.' He said. Suddenly, without warning, the ship shot forwards. Reese pulled the ship up, whooping with joy. They were going towards the sky at an incredible rate. 'Just asking, but how are we supposed to get past that spaceship?'
Reese stared. He had absolutely no idea. They both stared ahead. 'It is quite big…' He said. Andrew looked at the radar.
'Reese'
'Yeah'
'I think those things can fly'
'Why's that?' Reese dodged a spaceship carcase.
'They're right behind us.' Reese stared at him, then looked at the radar. He was right. Thousands of the buggers were closing in on them. Then something happened to the ship. It steadied itself and went straight for the large spaceship obscuring their view. Andrew looked over at him. 'What the hell is going on?' Reese shook his head.
'I think it's some kind of autopilot. We're being drawn in.' They stared at the spaceship.
'At this speed, those things will tear us apart.' Andrew said. Reese didn't feel an answer was needed. Andrew was right. If they caught them, they would die. Without warning, a light shone from the spaceship. 'What the Hell?' Andrew said. The dots on the radar disappeared. Reese looked down.
'It's stopping them!' Andrew lent back.
'Oh, thank God!' He looked forwards through the cockpit. 'What now?' The bright light focused on the spaceship. For Andrew and Reese, their world went dark.