Bette was frustrated. She had been flying for more than an hour over the area where Joan’s aircraft supposedly went down. There wasn’t any indication that a forced landing had taken place in the area. She decided to return to Base for the Buzzard–a silent aircraft specially designed for low altitude flying. and it had locating equipment that her aircraft didn’t have. Joan was one of Bette’s Sisters in Arms as well as in Christ, and a Sister never left another Sister behind. Bette turned and flew a bisecting heading over the search area, tipping the wings at fixed intervals. If Joan was down there, it would be a gesture of reassurance that Bette would return.
Joan was down there, all right, but she was too busy fighting for her life to notice Bette’s gesture. All Joan noticed was the aircraft was leaving and she would probably be dead by the time the Sister returned….
Back at the Base, Bette discreetly enlisted Kat’s aid. The two of them quickly prepped the Buzzard. Bette wanted to get out of there before the Major found out what they were up to. Because of the recent arrival of the Buzzard, neither Bette nor Kat were trained on it. The Major would be in a tight spot if she allowed Bette to use if for the search.
“Ready and able, Bette. Maybe the report is wrong and she went down somewhere else.”
“Maybe. The uncertainty is the worse, Kat. I’m putting all my money on the Buzzard. Rita fitted her with some extra things that aren’t exactly protocol.”
“I noticed that we are very heavily armed. Just fly carefully, okay Bette? I’d hate to blow up and waste good munitions.”
“Come on out, Sister. Come out now and I’ll make it quick.”
Joan knew she could hold them off for a short while. The enemy had the numbers, but Joan had the advantage of location. She found a cave on the jungle side of the mountain. And, she had a powerful disruptor rifle that would kill a man instantly at the cellular level, leaving only ashes behind. Joan wasn’t sure she had enough power to cut down enough of them. She had to get them in her cross hairs first, and they were being careful.
“Why don’t you come in here, toady? I double dare you to look inside, toady. What’s the matter? Afraid of a little Nun?”
Gustav Bland hated the Warrior Nuns. They were so full of themselves, and this one was no exception. And now a Templar Knight was on his way–just what Bland didn’t need–one of those wannabe Knights, supposedly related to a Templar Knight from the time of the Crusades. Bland, and thousands of others like him, were pressed into service. If they didn’t comply they, as well as their families–even their neighbors–would be slaughtered.
Bland’s two brothers were coal miners, forced to mine graphite for the Templars. Bland heard that graphite was used in nuclear reactors. The Templars didn’t supply the miners with protective gear or take any safety measures, which meant the miners often suffered from graphite poisoning, affecting their lungs. Bland hated this War and the Sisters who were just prolonging the inevitable.
Bland was about to call out to the Nun when it happened. Bland never saw it coming and in no time at all, he and his Unit of 30 men were ashes, as well as the Templar Knight and his gang who were just arriving. No one survived. No one except Joan who was laughing and whooping it up outside the cave entrance.
Kat was beaming at Bette. She was so proud of herself for her aim and her uncanny ability with a weapon she never used before. She was full of herself and all Bette could do was laugh and drop the Buzzard down to where Joan was dancing around. Barely on the ground, Joan ran to the Buzzard and tumbled in. Bette hit the jump switch and they were airborne and on their way back to the Base.
Just minutes from the Base they saw it–smoke. It was resting atop the jungle canopy. All three Sisters knew what the smoke meant. Bette looked at Kat and Joan. Both nodded assent. They were going down into the smoke to look for survivors, knowing that at least one Templar ship would be waiting for them. Joan took the aft canons. Kat was at the screen pulling up all weapons. And Bette put on the link set and plugged into the Buzzard. She was in instant communication with the Buzzard’s battle module.
“We’re in the pike five by five, Sisters. Time for a Hail Mary pass, Kat, ready?”
“Yeah. I’m on it, Bette.”
“Sisters, if we don’t make it, I’ll see you where all good Warrior Nuns go….”
“BOOT CAMP” they all yelled in unison.
Kat fired the uranium-coated, fusion torpedo. The smart bomb found a target. The Templar ship was blown inward, becoming a charred lump of molten metal, as the Buzzard shot up into the night sky. Suddenly appearing out of the smoke– another Templar ship. The Buzzard quickly descended and squared off with the enemy. No one inside the Buzzard suggested they run….
Sisters don’t leave Sisters behind.
Inspiration Monday: Uncertainty is worse
Prompts: Uncertainty is worse, Sisters in Arms, Dare you to Look, Fly Carefully, Graphite Poisoning
Word Count: <900
Many thanks to the AMAZING Stephanie Orges for hosting Inspiration Monday at Be Kind Rewrite