5 Sabotage

I readied my M4 and shot the stupid, hat-wearing, smurf looking, dumbass in the back of the head and tossed one grenade after the other through the door.

Now, it might have looked like a stupid move, but silent infiltration was impossible due to the security measures they had in place.

And, more than anything, I wanted to blow shit up. Especially if it was made by the fucking imps.

I poked my head in and saw little more than wreckage and the hole-ridden corpses of the Awoken.

Ironic they were called Awoken because I put so many of them to sleep.

One of thr Awoken at a terminal was wearing a gold hat so I assumed he was a big shot.

I began sifting through the files at the hole ridden terminal that he was at, looking for schematics.

I found them easily, as what else could a line diagram like that be?

The way I entered was marked black and the area I was at that moment was flashing violet.

I took that to mean that my position was likely to be compromised.

I readied my weapon and leaned around the corner to see a small squad of twenty-five blue bastards lined up, clearly being debriefed by the bloated blue fuck pacing in front of them.

I shot the blue baloon with legs and opened fire on the rest of the bastards. I mowed them down and moved back to the terminal.

I remember my sense of accomplishment as I smashed the central terminal and connected the wires in it randomly, short-circuiting it and causing the loudspeakers aboard the ship to spew out harsh, yet urgent speech that I couldn't comprehend.

I sprinted back the way I came and returned to the ship I had come on and returned back to Earth.

I knew they'd send another ship. I was counting on it.

I was going to learn their language and I was going to fly one of their fucking motherships to save my wife.

It was going to be slow, but I had no other way of doing so.

In hindsight, I should have kept a blue fuck to learn their speech, but I was so consumed by rage I had never considered that.

Perhaps that is one of the reasons I failed.

I held such resentment, such hate.

But without it, I suppose I wouldn't have made it so far.

I remember flying towards Earth, stopping halfway and turning back to see the damage I caused.

I remember that beautiful flower of burning material and sparks that bloomed brightly against the blackness of space behind it.

Perhaps my habit of blowing up ships is what earned me the title "Flaming Rose".

I remember being enthralled by the beauty that faded rapidly into the all-encompassing blackness of space.

Every ship I blew up was in Maria's name. Ever kill was vengeance for taking her away from me.

And I swear, even after death, I will still serve as a symbol for our resistance.

We WILL throw off our oppressors. And when we do, you all had better not leave a single one of those fuckers intact.