A Soldier In Space (Humans Are Weird Story)
I’ve been binging on humans are weird posts (of course) and I haven’t seen many about war or the capabilities of humans to protect themselves and loved ones in times of peril. I figured I’d try my hand since I like writing!
Alarms blared, lights flashed, and the heavy musk of singed wiring and mechanical smoke clogged the scent receptors of Xol and the remainder of his haggard, beaten crew as they were corralled and proded into the ship’s cargo bay. Xol cast a wary eye towards the invaders of his ship, his nostril flaps widening in anger. Nalfari, he cursed himself for not being more vigilant. The sector they were currently exploring was notorious for it’s pirate and raider population, and his newly commissioned expeditionary class starship was a prime target.
“Do what you will with me, but spare my crew!” Xol’s translator necklace chirped in the federations common language as he rose off his knee’s to confornt one of the many captors.
In a deafining crack the Nilfari’s pincered claw struck Xol across the head, sending him shuddering to the floor in a cacophony of his crew’s angered cries.
“Be silent or die like your comrades!” the Nilfari chittered, its mandables clicking in time with it’s bretheren’s chitonous laughter.
Xol slowly pulled himself into a sitting postion, gazing upon his crew with the unfamiliar feeling of fear prickling the spines along his back. Many members of his crew had been killed when the boarding party had first attacked, but…. Where was the human…
Almost as soon as the thought had crossed his mind, shrill insectoid screams began to creep through the cargo bay door from the hall. The Nilfari whirled on the sound, pincers coming up in a defensive position. The largest of them gestured towards the door emitting panicked clacks as two of the beings scuttled towards the entrance.
They came to an abrupt halt in the threshold, slack pincers slowly dropping to the sides of their bodies. With a noisy squelch the lifeless bodies slid to the floor, their green bio-luminescent blood casting the silhouette of a hulking man.
As the human crossed over the bodies the crew gasped. Glowing green blood splattered the bare chest and face of the large man, his flowing red hair pulled up into a loose knot and his beard matted with the blood of recent kills. In the glaring light of the cargo bay, the crew and raiders could see the missmatch scars that covered his body and face.
With a thundering roar, the human charged the remaining Nilfari. The large knife clasped in his right hand flashed, along with the fury in his eyes.
Moments after the last Nilfari fell a hushed murmur rose from the crew as they stood, collecting themselves and gazing in awe at their human crewmate. Xol slowly approached the man and gingerly placed his hand on the human’s shoulder.
“Human-Andrew… You’ve saved us..” Xol said quietly.
“No one,” Andrew huffed in a labored voice, “hurts my friends and gets away with it.”
Humans, Xol thought to himself as he and his crew made their way through the ship to collect the injured and dead, what an amazing race he got to call his friends.