/lit/ - Literature

>last chunk of the 4th chapter of sci fi thing, not happy with it yet
They took different planes home. The XX Company took off first, alone with the cargo wrapped in the back, Ravsgot’s people in the other plane with unwrapped cargo. Takeoff was subdued. They saw Eight load bales of cash onto the Good Food fruit truck in Suwayto on a screen from the couch as they lifted up through clouds. Green land shrank below. Assistant turned to Gluos, watching him wipe blood from his nose, slumped in crumpled suit.

“Why are we here Gluos?”

He looked at her with opening eyes that she would not meet.

“Depends on who you are.”

Assistant sighed, closing her eyes and saw red mist hanging in air above a blue knee. Eyes opened and the cabin was red. Warnings whined, Gluos swore. She accessed the plane systems and saw them. Two SAVA surface to air missiles rapidly closed. She checked the plane’s parachute count and sprang up. Gluos grabbed her yanking her back down and buckled in. She saw straps strain against his chest. Then he sat back, closed his eyes. In the back of the Good Food truck Eight heard this: shot down, in crash couch, need extraction if survive.

The warnings built to a crescendo, the plane flew straight on, no maneuvers. Assistant looked through red light and blaring alarms, saw wide eyes and said, “Gluos, my name’s Spesia.” He opened his mouth to respond when a missile exploded beside the plane. The air was blown out, a wing ripped off, the fuselage spun, they were flying backwards, the plane disintegrated and flew apart around them. Crash couch shield turned on as they fell tumbling towards the SubCon. Spinning orientation showed blue sky, green forest, brown scrub, blending as they orbited. Velocity increased to terminal.