The death of a Hero

[Xing]

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Present time.


The blinking dim red light was all the source of lightning there was. The alarm was blaring loudly. Despite the discipline the crew of the mighty warship had, panic was felt in their attitude, smelt in the air as fear, seen in their posture.
Death was present but unseen. The corpses in those sections where radiation was already too deadly or fire were consuming people alive, or that air vented all life, gates had been shut.

The bridge, however, was eerily silent, save for the urging alarm. Sparks erupted here and there; cables exploded and were torn away. Only the captain and another officer remained there, looking in the void, their face, serious as statues of stones.
It has come to an end.
Yes, it has.
They have stopped firing.
They probably think we lost navigation when they saw the first escape pod eject.
The unseen officer frowned,
Any risk of capture?
Very low.
The officer sighed in relief, smiled.
Extended a hand to the captain. They shook hand, they smiled, a sad smile, filled with emotions.
Stood at attention. Salute. Salute returned.
Captain.
Lieutenant commander.
Captain, it has been a pleasure to serve with you.
Lieutenant commander, without your talent, the revolution would never have been propelled toward victory so fast. You have my thanks.
The lieutenant commander nodded, interrupting him from any more speech,
Captain if you could I know it is not my place to say this. Please, dont take this as an insult. But I strongly wish for you to abandon this vessel with your men.
The captain shook his head

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