3 May 2014

Overconfidence

It has been around a couple years since I wrote this short piece (in spanish, mind you), but I think it's readable. So it's the turn for this story to be translated and offered here, in the english version of Proserage. The inspiration for doing this narration comes directly from those videogames called shooters. You know, those insanely difficult games where you pilot a fighter through air or space or both (water even!) and shoot at swarms of enemies while trying to evade thousands of bullets, projectiles or energy beams. But here's the trick, I chose the point of view that we never get to see in those games. I hope you find this insteresting and worth your time. The illustration above was done by Vinicius Menezes.

OVERCONFIDENCE

Another flash, another capital ship down. A cloud of remains and a light –like a small nova– was all that was left from it, mute bystander of a battle as hard as unbelievable. The Great Navigator, fleet's commander in chief, watched, in the strategy holo, the accurate wake of destruction that was coming, relentlessly, towards his ship.

Those damned knew very well how to fight. The fleet, as fearsome as it had been for many races of the galaxy, looked like a collection of toys against those unexpected adversaries. Two small fighters with a colossal destructive power, the last hope of the species that still resisted the conquest. Two miniatures, which brutally made their way through the giants of that unparalleled armada.

But they hadn't won yet. Not by far. The flagship would show them what is military might. It's captain, the Great Navigator, ordered the deployment of all forces on board, the maximum load of their shields, activate all the weaponry. He would give them a warm welcome... And a glorious and blazing ending!

A shower of rays and projectiles greeted the enemy fighters. A devastating wall of bright lights that, despite its frightening power, didn't managed to destroy them. The pilots were extremely good, or maybe despair made them run off from death. They moved in on the flagship, infiltrating through the hellish defensive net of the space titan.

A feeling of disbelief, of being living a nightmare, flooded the great leader's mind. Only then he noticed the mistake: the pride and the illusion of invulnerability had blinded his fabulous armada. That was the last thing he could think, before those rebel fighters shot their awesome special weapons. Like stellar swords, they cut into pieces the huge enemy ship.

Another flash, another capital ship down. It's gigantic ruins stayed floating silently, unconcerned to the combat which it's looks were changing because of their presence.