Warning: This work has been rated 16+ for language and violence.
"Hold the line, backup squad retreat!" Commander Ren Drila screamed, as the giant praying mantis like creature called the Helios continued their final wave. Earth was in rubble, and the sun was failing.
The Helios had conquered planet by planet, stealing resources then extinguished the sun. The bug like creatures craved power, and wouldn't stop until the universe was void of life.
"Aim for the center masses, don't let up. Hold the line until the last ship has lift off." The commander continued to bark orders, hoping the plan would be a success. The front line was a decoy, as the remaining people evacuated the planet.
Drila equipped his final plasma clip, and leveled the pistol. Each blast sent a small recoil through his arms. The line of men under his command were slowly falling, and he knew the time was limited.
"God damn it! Help me!"
The scream broke Drila out of his thoughts, as a long scythe like arm of a Helios tore the man next to him in half. Drila centered his pistol again and fired off five more shots, tearing apart several Helios as he tried to keep his position.
Ten ships were being loaded, the Zelpha one through ten, named after the leader of the last remaining on earth. Drila was calm, still blasting into the enemy onslaught, knowing that he would have to remain.
"Front line units five through seven, withdraw, units one through four and eight through ten remain!"
He barked, and watched from his spot as the commanded units retreated, making a bee line for the ships sitting five hundred yards away. This was the final wave of the Helios, and Drila had seen the devastating power that the first four waves had brought.
Men Began to fall as the Helios got closer, their photon back cannons blasting the line. Drila drew one last breath, and charged.
"All units advance!" He shouted, and emptied his final plasma clip, and threw the pistol aside. His body Shook as he grabbed the blade strapped to his side, and began to slice apart the Helios one by one in close combat.
Ten minutes passed, and finally, he sound he had been waiting for. All the Zelpha ships powered up, and began their ascent into the star. Drila looked around at his remaining men, the ones who had willingly agreed to stay behind, and die for freedom.
Seven men still alive, Drila gave a final shout, and led the last units to their death against the insects.
~~~five years later~~~
"We must remain here, we have all seen that to leave a planet marks the end of our existence. " Elder Gered Unoc spoke harshly, recalling the events that had been the end of many.
"We have colonized eight planets since leaving earth, and every time a vessel leaves to explore the universe, the Helios find us. Even with our advanced technology from planet raids, I fear that if we allow the people to leave this planet, we will lose the last of our race. I suggest we make a set of rules, the survival codes, and set fourth the salvation of all humans that remain alive!"
"Elder Unoc, I believe our first course of action should be perfecting the Bioheart technology. If we can make these devices, we can ensure that the human race will be strong enough warriors if the Helios should come again." The voice of elder Derus Exca rang out, and the man gave Unoc a dagger sharp glare.
The two elders were always butting heads, and rarely agreed on anything. The council of elders were on the newly colonized Sirion, the planet that had been found by the Zelpha nine and ten, the only remaining ships that had fled earth. Each ship help five hundred people, and the elders were frantic to restore the human race.
~~~five years later~~~
Without warning, the Helios found Sirion, and the first wave began. A small army force began its envision, scoping out the planets resources. The elders plan of isolation had failed, but the Bioheart technology had proven useful. Throughout the growing towns, a message reached all the citizens.
"Attention all citizens of Sirion, this is elder Derus Exca, all citizens with the warrior type Biohearts, report to the main plaza. The Helios have been spotted in the Western Hemisphere, and we must stop them from claiming another planet."
~~~one year into the Helios attack~~~
I sat alone, with only about five others in the class. Even with the war, pilots still had to attend classes, and learn how to master the pilot type bioheart. Even with the special implants that allowed us to instantly learn to fly, we still had to train. Knowledge wasn't enough if you couldn't master it.
All my friend except one, Aria Phen, were in the war. The elder had called all warriors, from age ten to seventy, to try to stop the Helios. Aria was a healer, her bioheart allowed her to alter human design, and reverse wounds. She would have been at one of the army hospitals, but her bioheart was damaged by her human hearts week state, and she was forced to remain behind the lines of battle.
Of the one hundred pilots, only five remained in the class. The others had graduated and were piloting devil tanks, plasma fusion cannons, and land speeders.
Today, four of the five would graduate, and I would remain. It wasn't due to damage to my bioheart, but for the simple reason that I had no interest in the war. I refused to pass tests, even though I knew all the techniques and ways to handle the ships.
Though the war didn't interest me, the abandoned ship at the edge of my safe zone was always in my mind, and one day, I would fly it, with Aria by my side, and figure out a way to save myself from the Helios devastation.
The air was thinner here, inside my secret resting place. Trees of bright pinks and blue covered the perimeter, and the crimson red lake ran through the exact center. Sounds of small winged creatures and Insects fluttered from the trees as I lay there, blocking out the world outside my haven.
The alliance between the Srilo and the Acania tribes had been severed, and all my friends were part of the war against the Helios, the race of monsters that threatened the planet.
I thought about it for a moment, no not all my friends were in the war. I turned my head slightly, adjusting myself in the silver soft grass.
To my right, about ten feet away, the figure entered my view. Tan skin from the warm sun, and golden brown hair reflecting the light. Four feet two inches of pure Sirion beauty, was my childhood friend Aria.
She caught my glance, and let me keep it for a second longer before she spoke. "You want something there?"
Her voice broke my glances and brought Bright color to my face. "N-nah, just thinking."
I paused my speech, thinking of the abandoned ship that lay on the outskirts of my little haven. It wasn't a vessel from this planet, no it was from the outside, from our home world, and I knew i had been inside it once before. I had a feeling I could easily pilot the vessel, as I had spent the end of my education days in the Elite pilots academy.
"Want to get off this planet and see what's on the other side?" I asked suddenly, seriously and almost whispering.
It was a taboo, to talk about leaving our planet. The elders had set strict guidelines for survival, and remaining on the rock was one of them.
Sirion was our home, but it always had felt wrong to me. The elders did a damn good job of keeping all the sects and clans enslaved on the planet. There were many ships of use, but none except the discarded other world vessel could break the planets atmosphere.
"Zan, what you are thinking about is treason." Aria responded suddenly, breaking me from my trancelike state. She knew what I was thinking about, I could see it in her eyes.
"I know, but with the Helios attacks more frequent, and the main alliance recently shattered, the only true safety of our people may rest in the stars beyond Sirion." I replied, and the weight in my voice was clear. I had made up my mind, and with those words, I began a path out of my safe haven, and to the discarded ship only a short distance away.
As I walked, I readied myself to initiate one of my long practiced skills. The signature of the Sirion main race. We called it the Bioheart.
My body straightened and I flexed my hands twice, before saying the familiar words. "Biosystems initiate." I spoke, barely above a whisper. After a short pause, I spoke again, louder with more confidence. "Pilot system activate."
My hands began to glow a light blue, as circles of data and energy swirled around them. Numbers and symbols appeared inside the circles, each representing a statistic of the Bioheart.
My clothes changed, into a one piece black and yellow pilot jumpsuit. My hair became a spiked version of my normal black short hair, this change was my classic pilots gear, activated by the Bioheart.
I approached the ship, hoping the doors locks would be in tune with my hands mechanic system that was powerfully flowing around me.
At the edge of the black metal, I arched my hand towards the bio locks, and placed each finger into the appropriate position. With a couple perfect timed rotations, I spun the lock pattern and the door hissed as it backed into the ship and vanished into the floor.
I felt a small hand in my shoulder, and was once again made aware that I wasn't alone. Aria stood next to me, her small body locked in thougt and silence as she clenched my shoulder tightly, looking around the inside of the medium sized vessel.
The interior was unlike any id seen before on Sirion this definitely was the ship from Earth. It's size was small, but the door led straight to the main engines, with a decent sized walkway to the cockpit. If my guess was correct, my Bioheart would allow me to easily learn and fly this foreign ship.
"Zan, l-let's go..." the voice of Aria gently whispered as she stepped into the ship before me.
I followed, and took in the sight. Everything was shining brilliantly, as if it had been a brand new ship right before being abandoned. I steadied my body as I walked to the pilots seat, and took my position.
This was it, a way out of the war, a way out of the deadly onslaught by the Helios, and a way to leave the planet, to see what the stars held.
"Let's go." I said simply, and placed my still shining hands into the ships control panel. My circles of data changed to an orange color as my mind
Absorbed the information on how to navigate the ships control and flight pattern.
Giving my companion one more slight glance, I spoke the ships voice command and name.
"Zelpha 9, power on, full photon build to engines three through seven."
With these words, the ship obeyed, and the Zelpha 9 began its countdown that would be the beginning of our life long journey.