4 Retribution

The ship's controls consisted of the steering wheel of a car, and buttons. Lots and lots of buttons.

Every button was labelled with an alphabet that was unfamiliar to me at the time.

So, being reasonable, I pressed them one by one in order to figure out how to start it.

None of the buttons were a seperate colour, all of them were grey, and the wheel had no place for a key to be placed in the ignition.

I reasoned that the ignition would be in one of the top corners, and quickly was able to start it by pressing the top left button.

This excited me. I was a step closer to seeing my wife again.

As the ship rose slightly, I began fiddling with the wheel to figure out how to steer the damn thing.

Although it looked like a steering wheel, steering it wasn't REMOTELY close to what it felt like steering a car.

Not only did the wheel not move to centre itself like Human cars did, it freely spun and even a little nudge seemed to move the ship ninety degrees.

After figuring out 2D controls, I figured the wheel would go like a aircraft's throttle.

I was correct, but it seemed that it was even more sensitive than the side-side movement of the wheel.

It seemed like the vehicles were built for their cybernetically enhanced limbs that were very precise.

Unfortunately, I didn't have super accurate limbs, but I was able to steer the damn thing out of the hangar and up into the sky.

As I rose up through the atmosphere, I struggled to keep the wheel steady due to the turbulence.

I wobbled like someone riding a unicycle that had a bent tire.

After shaking for almost ten minutes, I finally reached the space beyond my home planet.

I looked around through my little ship's glass walls and saw my first ever Awoken Mothership.

The massive fucker dwarfed our moon, its dark green paneling allowed it to almost blend itself into the abyss behind it.

That was my goal.

I was going to fly into that ship and I was going to steal another smaller ship so I could bring my sweet Maria back home.

The speaker in the ship played a sentence in the Awoken's gutteral language and I ignored it, readying my M4.

The problem of their intrusion was easily solved by a few bullets to their ugly fucking foreheads.

I figured I'd find the control room by following either vents or the blue bastards with hats.

Since I was on a ship a good bit bigger than the moon, the gravity was considerably less than earth.

Using this to my advantage, I elected to follow the only blue fucker that I had ever seen with a hat by swinging on the light fixtures.

It's rare for a human to look up, and I figured the same would apply for aliens.

I was right.

The little bastard glanced behind itself because my shoes made sound when I made the first jump to the lights, but it never once even glanced higher than its head height.

As the alien bastard continued on its merry way, the ceiling began getting lower and lower until my body was less than half a meter(2 feet) away from it.

Thankfully the ceiling didn't go any lower and the hall ended in a secure vault door.

The only problem for their security being me, and they had no idea I was even there.

This was going to be fun.