Creative Writing: The Space Race

Azura ran across the base of the huge spaceship, her yellow skin was almost glowing in the bright light. Boom! The side of the wall burst open, and the sound of the ear-splitting alarm filled the ship. Azura fell down. She lifted up her hand and grabbed a metal bar. She tried to pull herself up, but she failed. A piece of metal had entered her side. Blood poured from the wound. It felt like someone had just stabbed her with a plasma knife and poured alcohol in it. Azura tried to stand again, but she fell down. She gasped for air, waiting for the oxygen shield to form.
“Oxygen shields forming now, but I’m not sure how long they’ll last in this battle!” The pilot shouted over the holocom. Azura tried to reach up and grab her communicator. She dropped it when she fell. Azura needed to alert the captain. She reached out her hand until she felt the cool, metal communicator. Sparks flew out from it as she tried to speak. It was damaged, like most things in the ship.

“I-I need assistance!” She yelled.

A small, silver robot came flying towards her.
“What is the emergency?” He asked in a monotone. “Oh, it seems like you have been injured.”
“You think, idiot? The South wall of the ship blew open! A metal piece from the ship pierced my skin, but that’s not the reason I called you.” Azura panicked, her breathing getting faster and shorter every second.
“Then why have you summoned me? The oxygen shield is still stable. The air isn’t escaping.”
“I can’t get up and I need to deliver a message to the commander.”
“What is the

message?”
“Tell her,” Azura started, “Tell her it’s time.”
The commander was on the third floor of the ship with Private Lucistrid [Lue-key-strid]. She had deep blue skin and she wore a green dress. Her crimson hair was tied into a bun.
“Commander, we’re under heavy fire, this ship could blow any second!” Private Lucistrid yelled.
“Get the escape pods ready,” Commander Skye ordered.
The robot came in. “Commander Skye, Azura says….it’s time.”
Skye took a deep breath and darted towards the second floor. She felt her three hearts race as she
thought of what she was about to do. That day had been prepared generations in advance. It was written in the prophecy.
As commander Skye entered the second floor nursery, a young girl, no older than 18,000, [18 in Earth years] came running to her.
“Why must you do this?” She asked. “They’re just 1,000. They can barely speak.”
“They’re my children. What happens here is my decision.” The commander replied. She kept walking until she reached her room. Her triplets were sleeping peacefully in their crib. They had light blue skin and dark hair.
“Oh, my little angels,” Skye whispered, “I wish I didn’t have to do this.” She wiped away a tear and lifted the girls up, one at a time. She placed then in a small, purple escape pod. It was padded down and ready to launch. Skye grabbed three needles from beside the crib and gave each one of them a shot. It caused their skin to become tan. They looked more human. The only problem was, two of them had wings and the other one could create and manipulate flames.
“I’m afraid I’m going to have to take away your powers for now.” Skye said softly. “I’m sending you to Earth. You’ll be safe there. If the enemy finds you, you’ll be dead in a second. I can’t let that happen to you. You have a destiny to fulfill."
And with that, she waved her hand over the girls and their powers were temporarily removed. Skye kissed her daughters and sealed the escape pod. She then pressed a button and the pod was launched.
“Goodbye my dear girls,” She cried.
“Commander, the Elantran ship has spotted the pod!” The pilot warned over the holocom.
“We joined the army to protect our planet, and my girls are an important part of its future.” Skye said. “Move our ship so we can block their view of the pod.”
“Okay, moving the ship now.” The pilot sighed. “They’re ready to fire on us! This one could take us down, so goodbye commander, it’s been nice working with-”
BOOM!!