A New Divide (Science Fiction) Read Free Page B

die?" one of the frantic citizens shouted.
                  "Sir! Head to Vault 4! There is no time to argue!"
                  It was chaos, in a matter of minutes the crusader fleet had already won the battle, by striking fear into the hearts of their victims, my people. "Sir, please step back! We are at full capacity. We can fit two more, that's it. You, sir! You and your child go on through."
                  "No," the father replied as he gazed into my eyes.
                  "Sir, there is no time."
                  The father of the child then turned to me smiling. "I want to give my seat to Collin King, on the condition he takes my son."
                  "Oh my god, that's Collin King!"
                  "Please, Collin, take my seat."
     
                  That moment was incredible. I never realized how much the normal people in this world revered their PGL athletes, then again, I had never been in a catastrophic situation such as this. I often forget that we are the face of peace, for the people we fight for. And people admire that, they respect it, and they believe in that. People will die for what they believe in, and they believed in me. I will never understand why that notion is so easy to forget.
                  I was about to step across that threshold when Mick blocked me.
                  "Don't you do this, Collin."
                  "You could come too, somebody would happily give up their seat for you—"
                  "I can't accept that. I refuse to trade a stranger's life for my own."
                  "Mick. Come on, man," I whispered anxiously to him as the Rayden One guard shouted to us.
                  "You have five seconds to decide and we are ejecting the pod!"
                  "Go on through, mister, take your child to safety," Mick said.
                  "Thank you, Mick, thank you, Collin. Good luck, you two."
                  My face then became blood red, the situation angered me. We had a chance out and Mick destroyed it, but at the time I couldn't see the bigger picture—that was the selfishness inside me. So when Mick slammed me against the blast doors, and scolded me after the shuttle had ejected, I was just angry, and I wasn't willing to understand.
                  "What the hell was that, Mick? We had a chance to escape! You've killed us!"
                  "You seriously think your life is more valuable than any of theirs?"
                  "Of course it is, Mick, we're PGL champions!"
                  "So what? You take that away and then what are you? HUH?"
                  My lip began to quiver, he had me. I had no answer. "You're nothing without that, Collin, and neither am I. We are just men, that's all. But we can be better than that, better than these bastards that are burning our worlds, and murdering our people. You said we're gravball players, right? Well then, let's do what we do best."
                  "Which is?"
                  "Call the ball."
                  Then came the cracking steel collisions of the hull, I heard it above us, then I heard nothing. There we were all over again.
                  The impact of a dead ship colliding against the atrium ceiling was devastating. What was worse was that there was no warning, no hint, and when the ship peeled away the pressure glass, the people left over were dragged out into space. It was a terrifying spectacle, and there would be no shutter, or blast door, to contain the pressure thanks to the carcass of a dead Raydenite Warship.
                  I flew towards the hole along with the rest of the innocents, but in the darkest of moments my gravball skill set came in handy.
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