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Surveyor

The planet below was mostly blue, with some green. They both surprised Anthony Vargas.

Most he had known were grey and subverted. This world seemed not so.

His craft was orbiting the world with no power; and soon he would find his craft falling to the planet below, much to his chagrin.

The battle had seemed endless and many had died; yet he had not, yet.

It had had lasted for fifty-five seconds, in which thousands died, in an instant, with blasters, bombs and lasers destroying everything within computer code.

Now his craft and disabled engine meant that Anthony needed his helmet.

He enabled the clasps having placed the helmet over her head,

He then enabled the transceiver, calling for colleagues in the locale to come to his assistance.

There was no response and tears fell, as he thought of his daughter Jesssica back down there, where she lived with his ex-wife Anya and their young son Kieron.

He lovd them all greatly and even now regretted the fraught nature of his weddded life.

He listening intently to the words behind the crackle of his set.

Nothing.

As the small ship's orbit decayed, the craft would enter the planet's orbit and burn up.

Vargas knew he had to something, anything.

So he acted.

Anthony pressed the a switch that ejected the cockpit and, flew out, knowing he had just fifty-five minutes of air in his tank.

He watched the seconds and minutes pass by on his time-piece, five mintes left to.

That was all, then he heard it.

“That you Vargas?” He heard someone call out.

“Oh of yes,” he called back.

That was when he realied he could receive and not transmit. He wept...