Red sunlight scattered across the rocky terrain of Mora as Jackson Trammel trudged his last few steps, a Galactic soldier pressing a plasma rifle to his head. The tip of the gun felt cold and hard against Jackson’s neck, and he shivered. His eyes caught sight of a dozen or so prisoners all standing in line, mixtures of fear and sadness on their faces.
“Get in line,” barked the soldier holding Jackson as he shoved his prisoner into place.
Jackson obeyed. His hands were bound, and twenty plasma rifles were pointed at him. What choice did he have?
He tried not to think of the brother and sister he would leave behind. They would surely get the news of his death. The Galactics always liked to scare Earthian rebels into submission with news of an execution.
Heart pounding, Jackson put on a courageous face as he stared down the barrels of the executioners’ rifles. One quick shot to the head, and it would all be over. One quick shot…
The executioner, masked and dressed in black, approached Jackson. "Any last words?"
Jackson smiled. "Don't think you have me yet," he said. "It was no accident you finally caught me. We've been planning this for months. The rebels are in position. This is not the end. Today, Lunar Day 24, is the beginning. So if you look behind you--"
"Today is Lunar Day 23."
" . . . Shit."
One quick shot was all it took.
Opening: Ryan Mueller.....Continuation: anon.