The Sonja Brothers

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Two Captains And A Warrior

“The need of a life is defined at its’ birth, and its’ worth defined at its’ death.”

The Sonja Brothers

Dated: 2^nd October, 2461

Living things breed, and their posterity always serves a purpose, even if as simple as being a feed to some other higher life form. It is always the use a life is going to serve that defines its value, or lack thereof, to the world. Yes, life can sometimes be a totally unnecessary eventuality of reproduction, for example when that life happens to be born to some highly intelligent, intellectual, and advanced specie, and will therefore never serve as food to anyone, and as such, may actually not be needed to fulfil another need in its lifetime. But this is where things really become complicated. While need is usually defined right at the time of conception, for a purpose is either there or not for the new life to arrive into existential plane, it is however the lifespan of that life, as observed at its’ very end, that determines the actual worth that life ever attained. So often times, a needless life can end up serving a much worthier end after all.

It is really not surprising how the importance of ‘thinking good’ and ‘doing good’, have always been stressed in every advanced culture through times immemorial. Just like common sense has the ability to replace experience to a certain degree, in tasks that do not involve extensive intellectual calculation and physical manipulation, ‘doing good’ has the ability to end up creating worthwhile outcomes, even when the objectives were never clear to the protagonist. Intensions, as can be expected therefore, do play an important role, for they help in making ‘decision-making’ process rather complexity free. So at the end of it all, it could all boil down to the intentions of the protagonist, as to whether their life would be considered worthwhile or futile, when they would no longer be there to face the judgement by their peers. Their only motivation, for doing whatever they choose to do in their lives, or with their lives, when they were originally never needed as a part of some bigger plan, will thus have to be a ‘conscience fulfilment’.

Heroes and Heroines therefore are seldom born, but rather made by external circumstances, and internal choices. “You can be what you want to be, and you can do what you want to do”, is thus not merely a motivational plank, but rather a significant truth. What are you going to do with your life, or in your life, today, tomorrow, day after, and then every other day after, is a choice you will get to make every day. Your circumstances of course, will make it a largely easier choice for you.

Boom! Boom! The deafening sound of two of the many warring crafts being blown to bits, shattered the peace of the tranquil, barren, and lifeless world they had dared ventured upon. They never had a chance, for they were being persistently stalked by the one they were actually supposed to be hunting down. Their fate might have been different, had the prey really not been caught in a corner, where the only way out left was to fight its way through. But how can one fight a shifting wall that is intent to crush you between the one behind you?

The prey seemed to have finally lost all its tricks, after having consistently and efficiently dodged its hunters for close to six months. Its fate had been sealed the very moment they decided to commit a daring rescue of some stranded allies, when they should have actually bailed out after their last hurrah behind the enemy lines. But then, the protagonists made a conscious choice; to save lives that didn’t belong to them. Was the choice worthwhile? Depends on whether the eventuality of this war will determine if those rescued served a bigger purpose overall, than what the protagonists of the current predicament would eventually end up serving.

Anyway, the lady behind the trigger looked at her companion behind the wheel, as if confirming his seal of approval for the shots that gave away their presence to the approaching fleet of enemy vessels of all shapes and denominations.

“Well,” the man replied with an understanding shrug, “We have no choice left.”

“Well, we have no ammo left,” the lady replied, putting the eventuality completely into perspective.

“Then we fight on foot,” the man replied with another shrug, “Maybe someone is on their way to rescue us. We just need to buy some more time sweetheart.”

“Do you really think someone is coming,” the lady however had her doubts, “We haven’t even heard anything from anyone in the last three months.”

“We shouldn’t lose hope love,” the man tried his best to give some hope to his partner and love, “Remember; any contact with us could have potentially disclosed our whereabouts to these hordes a lot earlier. So maybe no one has contacted us out of good common sense.”

“I’ll accept your hope when I’ll be able to confirm any logical basis of hope with my own senses,” the girl however was a realist, “Right now you better find a spot to hide our ride before the invaders arrive. If we survive somehow, we would still need to get it out of here.”

There are two ways to get out of a situation; by an escape, or by a solution. Any other option would consume you. Which of the two options should however be adopted, will always depend upon the overall stakes. If the consequence of an escape are negligible compared to saved outcomes, then escape is a better option than committing resources, efforts, and time to solving it. But when escape is not an option anymore, then of course it would also mean that everything one has is committable to the cause.

The hunters pounded the entire valley with their ferocious fire power for close to fifteen hours, laying waste everything that stood above the ground, except for the mountains, or very large rocks, now both albeit broken a bit. They just had no intention of capturing the two warriors alive, leave alone any chance of letting them escape. Finally when their aerial offensive was over, or rather when they got tired of it, did they finally land and dispatch over a thousand of their troops into the valley, to manually scavenge for the supposed remnants.

“Five to the right” and “two coming above the rock behind” was the signal from the man to his lover, the lady dressed to kill in every sense of the word.

“Take out three on the right” and “I’ll take two of the remaining” was the lovely lady’s signal back, capping it with, “we’ll deal with two coming atop the rock after that”.

The moment of truth soon arrived, and the man jumped out of his hiding, surprising the hunters, and taking out two of them with immaculate mid-air targeting. The remaining three wasted no time in opening fire at the warrior, but his lady was right on the cue taking out two more. But the third one escaped and took shelter behind some rocks, his laser powered gun ready to retaliate with vengeance.

“I’m out of ammo,” the lady signalled to her partner, the long year behind enemy lines and persistent engagement with the enemy having finally caught up with her.

“I got two shots left,” signalled the warrior back, almost out of clue about the future.

With the two enemy combatants rising just above the rock, and the last remaining combatant from the earlier enemy ranks having already signalled the location to his company, the fate did seem to have finally caught up with the two valiant warriors. However, as if in a last hurrah, the brave valiant man tossed his weapon to his girlfriend, while he himself rushed out of his hiding, dodging fire from the three combatants located at three different angles. His girl, took her time, but didn’t miss any of the two last shots her lover had afforded her in the moment.

With men on the rocks down, it was all left between the surviving enemy combatant from the first band, and the brave unarmed warrior who had, just in an unimaginable act of bravery and expertise, managed to disarm his enemy. The enemy threw a punch, but the warrior ducked, and spun around to land a nasty hit of his own at the back of the enemy’s neck. A scuffle ensued but didn’t last too long as the warrior finally relieved the enemy of his burden above his neck. It was a visual mess, but it worked. The first shots from the fast encroaching hordes of others however denied the duo any chance to relax or forget the situation at hand.

“There are just too many of them,” the girl exclaimed, “What are we gonna do now?” With panic visible on her face for the first time since she last saw the love of her life jump out of a craft, she looked at his face, and deep into his eyes, as if trying to cherish the last few moments of their life together.

“Damn,” the man looked right back into her eyes, shaking his head in disbelief, and exclaimed, “I should have watched that series finale of ‘Sonja Brothers’ last night. Now I’ll never get a chance.”

A sigh of astonishment at her lover’s indifference to the situation at hand escaped the lovely lady’s lips, “Really Alex!?”

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