Post Praimfaya Chapter 15

Charmaine Dyoza and Paxton McCreary sat inside a small hut on the edge of the forest. They were both exhausted and wounded from the attack they had just experienced. The air was thick with tension as the two leaders stared each other down, their voices raised in argument.

Dyoza, the more experienced leader, was pacing back and forth, her eyes fixed on McCreary's. She was determined to keep her people safe, no matter the cost. McCreary, on the other hand, was more impulsive and willing to take risks. He wanted revenge for the deaths of their people and was willing to do whatever it took to get it.

As the argument continued, Dyoza's frustration began to mount. "We can't just charge in there, guns blazing," she said firmly. "We need to assess the situation and come up with a plan."

McCreary scoffed, "Assess the situation? They just killed over twenty of our people! We need to strike back, and we need to do it now!"

Dyoza shook her head. "If we charge in there blindly, we'll only end up getting ourselves killed. We need to think this through."

McCreary wasn't having it. "What's there to think about? They're our enemies. We need to take them out."

Dyoza's voice was steady but firm, "They're not just our enemies, McCreary. They're people, just like us. They have a little girl with them. What happens to her if we kill her parents?"

McCreary was unmoved. "She'll have to fend for herself. This is war, Dyoza. There's no time for sentimentality."

Dyoza bristled at the idea of abandoning a child to fend for herself. "This isn't just a war. It's about survival. We need to be careful about the decisions we make, or we'll end up dead like the others."

McCreary's eyes flashed with anger. "I'm not going to let a bunch of kids take us down. We need to fight back, and we need to do it now."

Dyoza stood her ground, her eyes fixed on McCreary. "And what about the rest of our people? Do you think they want to die for a pointless fight?"

McCreary sneered. "They knew the risks when they signed up for this."

Dyoza's jaw tightened. "No one deserves to die for someone else's recklessness."

McCreary shook his head. "You're just afraid, Dyoza. Afraid to take action. Afraid to do what needs to be done."

Dyoza's voice was low and controlled. "I'm not afraid. I'm cautious. There's a difference."

McCreary took another step closer, his face inches from hers. "Whatever you want to call it, it's not going to save our people, and you know it."

Dyoza refused to back down. "And neither will charging in there blindly. We need a plan."

McCreary glared at her. "Fine. We'll plan. But we're not going to sit around twiddling our thumbs while they attack us again. We need to strike back, and we need to do it soon."

As the argument came to a close, Dyoza couldn't shake the feeling that they were walking into a trap. They needed a plan, and fast. The lives of her people were at stake, and she would do whatever it took to protect them, even if it meant going against McCreary's wishes.

Dyoza held her ground, her eyes locked onto McCreary's. "We will strike back, but we'll do it on our terms. We'll plan, we'll gather information, and we'll find a way to win without sacrificing more lives than necessary."

McCreary scoffed. "And what makes you think they're not doing the same thing? While we sit here twiddling our thumbs, they could be preparing for another attack."

Dyoza's expression hardened. "Then we'll be ready for them. We'll set traps, we'll gather intel, and we'll strike when the time is right. But we won't do it recklessly."

McCreary shook his head. "I don't know why you're so afraid of taking action. It's not like we have much to lose."

Dyoza's voice was firm. "We have everything to lose. We're back on our planet, a broken one, with limited resources and a dangerous environment. Every life matters, McCreary, and we can't afford to lose any more people."

McCreary took a step back, his eyes narrowing. "So what's your plan then, Dyoza? What's your brilliant idea to take out these attackers?"

Dyoza's eyes glittered with determination. "We'll start by gathering information. We'll send out scouts to track their movements and figure out their weaknesses. We'll set traps and get our ship ready. And when the time is right, we'll strike."

McCreary shook his head. "And what if they strike first? What if they attack us again while we're still preparing?"

Dyoza's voice was steady. "Then we'll be ready for them. We'll fortify our defenses, we'll set up lookout posts, and we'll be prepared for anything they throw at us."

McCreary crossed his arms, his eyes fixed on Dyoza. "Fine. But don't expect me to sit around doing nothing while we wait for your plan to come together."

Dyoza's expression softened slightly. "I don't expect you to do anything. We need every able-bodied person to help with preparations. But we need to do it carefully, with a clear goal in mind."

McCreary nodded, his eyes flickering with grudging respect. "Alright, I'll help with the preparations. But we need to strike back soon. We can't let them think they've won."

Dyoza nodded. "I agree. We'll strike back, but we'll do it on our terms. We'll be careful, we'll be smart, and we'll do everything in our power to ensure our people come out alive."

Meanwhile, I was slowly and cautiously making my way toward the village, trying to stay hidden from their watchful eyes. It was hard to see them occupying my home, barking orders, and acting like they owned the place. Making me clench my fists in anger, feeling responsible for not being able to protect my home for the past five years.

As I watched them from afar, I noticed the same woman who first walk out of the ship pacing back and forth, giving orders to her men and it didn't take a genius to realize that she was the one in charge. Thought the more I look inside the village and how some of the prisoners seem glad to finally have a place to rest, a wave of sympathy washed over me. They were just like us, trying to survive in this harsh world. Maybe there was a way to reason with them, to find a way for us to coexist in peace. It wasn't just about taking back my village; it was about finding a solution that worked for everyone. Mostly because Clarke and I won't be able to get our friends and family back alone, and despite everything those prisoners were better equipped than us to deal with our obstacles.

But I knew it wouldn't be easy. The woman and her people were desperate, and they wouldn't give up their new home without a fight. Clarke and I need to be careful and strategic, or we risk losing more than just our home.

As I continued to observe from the shadows, I made a vow to myself. I would do everything in my power to take back my village and protect Clarke and Madi. However, I would also try to find a way to reason with Dyoza and her band of prisoners, to find a solution that didn't involve more bloodshed.

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