Written for Trifecta: Week 81.
Genre: Science Fiction
Word Count: 333
Story begins after the image.
The memory of Alion’s papa played over and over in his head. The old man stared intently and said, “Do something more than I did, boy. Do this for me.”
Hiding in the interior of the ancient, dead tank, Alion felt worthless. Outside, soldiers rounded up his fellow villagers, questioning them about the resistance. Many would die today, yet Alion was safe, and useless. So he found a hidden entry between the legs of the tank, and it wasn’t so dead as supposed. What good was that? Probably still broken anyway.
One pulsing light illuminated the interior. He sat in the narrow chair inside and stared at the technology. “Can this thing still work?” He wondered. On impulse he touched the blinking light. It stopped and he wondered if he’d broken it.
Suddenly readouts turned on everywhere inside. A voice announced, “Bio-Signature accepted. Upload tactical status.”
Alion’s heart leaped. “How?”
“Verbal is acceptable.”
“We’re under attack. Do something!”
“Confirmed. Enemy Mecha sighted. However, I cannot engage without proper military authority.”
“There isn’t any,” pleaded Alion. “They were wiped out ages ago.”
The voice was silent. Alion’s hopes were dashed. “Great. Almost there. Almost worth something.”
The voice returned abruptly. “Confirmed. Will you accept military leadership?”
“Me? I’m no soldier!”
“I have limited autonomy. I cannot operate without human direction.” The forward screen lit up and showed the village square. Two Mecha stood guard. Grinning enemy soldiers began executing the villagers. One by one, they fell.
Alion could take no more. “Yes! I’ll do it. Fire on the mechs!
The tank moved quick as a snake. It’s main guns fired, sounding like the screams of demons. The two Mecha erupted in flames, their hulls gutted. Smaller hypersonic weapons began chattering and the enemy soldiers exploded in clouds of red. In mere seconds the enemy force was wiped out.
“Village secured,” said the tank. “What are your orders?”
Alion thought of their neighboring, equally oppressed villages. Hope filled his eyes. “Time to do something more.”
This Trifecta challenge is to write a piece between 33 and 333 words long. The third definition of “Light” must be used in the story. More details and rules available at Trifecta’s blog found here: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2013/06/trifecta-week-eighty-one.html