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Creative Writing: The Proctor

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Forbes realised the Proctor most likely watched the battle from the safety of an isolated control room, laughing at their endeavours as he planned more atrocities. Without him dead, his ideology would live on and the attack on Earth a certainty. He felt the futility of his plan and its failure. The rest of the fleet waited in their depleted formations, their faces staring from the Saris outer perimeter towards the overwhelming Matgar fleet. They accepted their final stand had come. With nowhere to hide, running had become futile. Instead of being scared, they felt proud. Not because they dared to stand against the Proctor, but because they had started something that would gain momentum until it trampled the Proctor and everything he …show more content…

He shook his head to regain his senses before checking the monitors. A smile replaced his shocked face, the Andora was halfway to the Saris sun. “Sidebottom,” he called into the intercom. “Head for the Andora, I’m sending the coordinates.” “What?” Sidebottom cried back. “The Andora.” “What about it?” “Head towards it.” “Why? I’m enjoying myself.” “Do as he says!” Bulldozer yelled, as he let fly with a salvo towards the Proctor’s ship. “Or, I’ll rip your head off!” “Okay,” Sidebottom said. “But, I want a medal as compensation.” “If you don’t move now,” Bulldozer growled. “I’ll use your head as its raw material.” Sidebottom spun the Centaur towards the coordinates given by Forbes. As expected, the Proctor’s ship followed, its cannons still blazing as it sought to send it to oblivion. Gibson’s voice rasped in Forbes’s ears. “What's going on?” Forbes took a deep breath before replying, his nerves rattling like a pneumatic road drill. “Trust me,” he said, in the calmest voice he could muster. “And, get ready.” “What do you mean?” Barnes asked. “Get ready for

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