now it is not the time for cheering.
It will take some
time for us to get reply from Luna station.
Silence in the
bridge.
We are all waiting
patiently.
A window pops out in
the main screen. It reads, “New message.”
“Open it.” I say quickly.
The message reads,
“Judging by the current situation and your physical condition, we suggest you
step down from Commander. We recommend Roy to succeed your position. Please
hand over the access code to him. Flight control, Luna station. Message sent
17:03, central time, 09/16/2055.”
Staring at the
screen, I can feel everyone is looking at me. It is like they are poking me
with thousands of blades. Every second is now dragging like an hour.
I take a deep breath
and let it out slowly. If I am going to surrender the commandership, I need to
do one last thing before that.
“Start recording.” I
say quietly. I can barely hear myself.
A window pops out.
“Suggestion accepted.
I will hand over the commandership and access code right after the dinner.
Commander Jason Yang.”
I bat on Roy’s
shoulder and leave the bridge.
Now I am going to do
that one last thing.
In the kitchen, I
take out one quick-soup and seven meals from fridge. I set up the table with
meals and glasses of water. Then I ready the quick-soup and take a sip of the
soup. It tastes like shit, but this time I don’t feel so bad about it, because
it is exactly what I want. I pour the soup in each meal and glass. Those aliens
probably messed up all those meals here already, but I don’t want to take
chances.
Five minutes to the
dinner.
My headache is
hurting so bad that I can barely feel anything else around me. I sit down in my
usual place. Bertha is probably the last alien, so three of them came aboard
Achilles. Three is always the magic number. At least I hope so. If there is
more, the soup will paralyze them and I will take care of them one by one.
Worst case scenario, I overload the reactor and destroy Achilles.
Oh, I almost forget.
I still have a bomb in my hat. I won’t need it any more. I take off the hat,
not sure where to put it. Lily bought this hat for me before we left Earth. It
is an old-fashioned Yankee baseball hat. Very difficult to find these days. She
knows I have a thing for casual antique stuff.
“Lily, I will kill
them all. I will make them pay what they did. I am not afraid. If I die, I
die.”
I look at the hat and
put it back on.
Roy walks into the
kitchen and nods at me.
“Commander, you
prepare the dinner. How nice!” Roy says coldly.
I don’t like his
tone, but I guess that is what you get when you are going to hand over
commandership.
“That is my way of
saying thank you.”
Bud and Charle come
in and walk past Roy.
“Looks great,” says
Bud.
“Smell great too,”
says Charle.
They quickly settle
down on their seats, ready to get started.
“I am actually
thinking about that bottle of champagne. You think we can drink it today?” I
ask smiling at Charle.
Charle looks confused
and shies away.
Roy clears his throat
and says, “Commander, I understand your feeling. I think this is the best
decision for all of us.”
“Thank you. Let’s not
stand here. Get seated.”
When Roy is taking
his seat, Lisa, Lock and Jim walks in.
“Dinner is ready!” I
say happily.
“Thank you,
Commander,” says Jim.
“Thank you for
getting the communication back online.” I say, but my voice is a little stiff,
so it sounds like I am blaming him.
He still flashes me a
kind smile.
Lock and Lisa nod at
me and they are seated.
A short silence.
“Before we get
started, may I propose a toast?” I say while standing up and raising the glass
of water in front of me.
“I am honored to have
crews like you guys. I prepare this dinner to say thanks to every one of you. I
appreciate what you have done and you guys are my family. Like I said, I will
step down from Commander and surrender the access code after this dinner. Roy
will be in charge and I will support him
J. C. Reed, Jackie Steele
Morgan St James and Phyllice Bradner