Endlich Freiheit
"These ponies are idiots," Peter mumbles under his breath. His fingers are covered in blood and scratches, as he is trying to fix the SEH on his wrist. If you still don't understand me, then it's the tablet that is usually attached to the wrist of an astronaut. The screen is somewhat broken, but it is still working, the problem is the internal components, that were damaged when he got into the water. His plan is very basic, he only needs to send a message to Germany, that should arrive with no problems in at least one month, with the hopes that a rescue mission will save him from this hell if anything of this is real.
His mind is confused and his body is jolted. Right now there is one thing partying inside his head, madness. His pupils are shrunken, his eyes are red and tears are also appearing, sweat is falling off his forehead, and his heart is beating a thousand per hour. Many of the components are small and difficult to handle, but not impossible to fix without tools as a whole.
"Come on!" he shouts, his eyes ticking around the components. He has two options at this point, or he fixes that thing, or everything is falling into ending himself. Fear is looming around him, he is literally in the dungeon of some alien species, that are mysteriously equal to the ones of mythology, but that's another talk. A faint glow appears from one of the indicators, a grin appears on Peter's face, as well as a sense of hope...... but it's destroyed afterwards when it simply turns off.
"Oh come on! COME ON!," he exclaims while cleaning his sweat. Stretching, he leaves his arm rested, sighing and beginning to sniff. He lowers his head and scratches his back, there is an insufferable pain in the midst, a pain the midst that is simply indescribable, like if his life suddenly became a fiction, a work of literature. What's the point of even trying, he is still trapped by some weird creatures of outer space. He has been treated like an animal, but thinking about it, that is to be expected right? if alien lands on Earth, this would probably be what they would do.....
Maybe not, the most probable thing is that they would probably not even offer food to that alien, at least they are..... ummm maybe morally good people? a tough question that is playing with his mind.
There are three key components to watch for, these princesses, the guards, and how viable it is for the Reichsraumkommission to actually send a rescue mission to this planet. The costs for the Freiheit missions are considered rather high compared to other space programs. He sighs, covering his face with his bloody hand. At least something is for sure, either the Americans, the Russians, or the Chinese are probably working on their space programs to reach this place as well, maybe they will give him a ride, nothing is too unprovable, or maybe yes?
Why would the Kaiserreich even try this in the first place, knowing very well the probabilities of someone actually surviving, especially if you are planning to send someone to another planet. What positive odds does he have, maybe one of them could be the German satellites that are orbiting this planet, but still, more than 4 years passed before the RRK would even consider landing someone here, they wouldn't do it in those old times thanks to the corrupted state of the agency, but still achieved to make those incredible goals, incredible goals that Peter is included in.
The other thing is the food, he hasn't eaten anything since he arrived at that place, but it isn't because they haven't offered him something, but thanks to his stubbornness thinking that he will surely die if he eats this extraterrestrial meals, even if many of them mysteriously look like the ones of Earth. He shakes his hands and breaths deeply, cleaning the blood afterwards against his dirty suit, after all, an infection is not the worst way he could die while being in that place. If that weird energy that is making him breathe this air wears off, then death by asphyxiation, if he can't eat the food, then by intoxication, if he falls into madness, then maybe by a heart attack.
His eyes focus again on the screen, his fingers touching the components, trying to find what is wrong with it. Each component is delicate, many of them are basically small knives, "damn it!"
He cuts himself again several times, the blood falling into the tablet, something that he responds by trying to clean the droplet against his suit. Trying to change one of the principal components, his finger accidentally made too much force, breaking a small part of it. His eyes widen as he immediately backs off his hand, looking at what was broken, "don't freak with me please!"
And there he sees it, the one that connects the antenna. His eyes narrow and after some seconds, rage and pain fills him up, "WHY!!!"
He throws his arms against the wall, breaking the tablet. He stares at the small glasses on the floor, every effort that he has done, in vain, everything is just gone to this point. He could be remembered as a hero back home if there wasn't so much manipulation by the politics, who would surely use his death only to promote their political propaganda, and the worst thing of all is that the people believe it. For one reason Germany has suffered its fall, it seems like corruption is the worst enemy of any government of Earth. He doesn't have an actual choice at this point, these princesses will surely make experiments on him, who wouldn't, he is the alien here. Suffering is what he believes is going to come. His fists clench as his eyes narrow again, looking at the small window at the top of the cell, the only source of light that is left for him.
What else he can do. There is a small blanket over the rock that has been his bed for the last three days. He looks at it with intensity, if he ends his life, would that be cowardly, would anyone end his or her own life in those moments. Being trapped on another planet with a declining mental and physical state, everything just sums up to create the worst nightmare that any person could live, not being able to exit your own trap, this hell where he is without escape, thousands of light-years from home.
He sighs, "may God forgive me for what I'm about to do."
Using a piece of the broken glass, he begins to cut a part of his cloth.
"Sh.....oot," he momentarily leaves the glass to his side, as it went right through the half of his dirty hand. He looks at it for some moments before shrugging off the pain and cutting the cloth. It was part of his white shirt, somewhat enough to write something on it, even with the small bloodstains.
He takes the pen where he wrote those words that were supposed to make history, that maybe are history back on Earth better saying it, but for him, they have become a disgrace. He presses the top of the pen and begins to write with a frown on his face.
My Last Will And Testament
I hereby declare that this is the last will and testament of Peter Michael Bismark, born in Berlin, Germar German Empire. For whoever who finds this if anyone finds this then I wish to say leave everything of vhat what I own used to own to my brothers Fynn and Aldo, equally among them.
I am of sound mind and I am totally capaz capable of determining my own affairs.
Peter Michael Bismark
He frowns as he puts the will in one of his pockets. Glancing to the blanket, his breath increases as he stands up and walks towards it. His fists are clenched as he prays under his breath.
Taking the flimsy blanket he stares at it as tears slowly pour out of his tired eyes. It is soft, and maybe one of the only things that have really maintained a bit of his sanity. There is roughly of what looks like a pallet covering part of the walls. It is wooden and has some holes on it, perfect for what he is planning to do. He starts tying the blanket with a knot, ready to meet that final fate.
How the hell was this supposed to be like
He steps back, admiring what he just did. He sighs and scratches his head, as his eyes close tightly and his fists clench again with his gritted teeth, "what is the use of it, let me go into heaven Lord, because at this point....."
Peter sighs again as he lowers his head. He opens his enraged eyes, full of fire and fury, they even changed colour, as the marine blue ones suddenly became much lighter. He begins to walk towards his fate, his mind fighting itself, at least there is no other way to go, that is what he thinks.
"He has been mysteriously silent for some minutes now," a voice comes from outside, halting completely Peter's thoughts. He turns his head to look at the door with a confused face.
"Let us in then," a feminine voice responds, immediately afterwards, the doors begin to open. The sound startles Peter, his heart beats faster than it used to do, maybe a heart attack then. He is immobilized, not daring to give one step forwards or one step back. The door completely opens and after some seconds of silence, the sound of hooves is heard, being followed by the blue alicorn princess of the night. She hesitates when she sees Peter, feeling his rage and fear inside the mind of this alien. She tilts her head, giving more steps forwards.
Stopping at a distance of what are 2 meters at least, she decides to talk in a soft and caring voice, "good morning," she tries to send the best smile she could give to someone else.
Peter remains quiet, tapping his leg with his fingers. He sighs before snorting while cleaning his bloody nose, "look who decided to appear," he points a finger at her, "and I was thinking that you were beginning to forget about me."
She shows an amused face, "hardly commander," she gets closer to him afterwards with a soft smile on her muzzle, "especially if we are talking about an extraterrestrial being."
Peter shakes his head, "whatever."
Silence elapses again in the room, and that is the moment were Luna suspiciously notices the tied blanket on the pallet. She frowns as she tilts her head before turning back to look at the discouraged human again, "what is that."
His view changes to Luna again, "what?" Luna deflates a bit, as she motions with her head at the blanket. Peter at first doesn't understand what she is trying to say, but then out of her annoyance, she points at it with one of her hooves. Peter backs off a bit, turning to look at the hanging blanket. That's the moment were he snaps out of it, his thoughts suddenly become clearer, and everything becomes less confused, he begins to fill fear, but that doesn't mean that the idea has disappeared from his blurry mind. It's a moment of confusion, it's like something was playing mind tricks with him, and probably is still playing, maybe at this moment. How does he know that anything of this is real, the biggest question in his mind.
"That's.....nothing," he looks away, trying to ignore the Luna's judging eyes, "nothing nothing nothing," he begins to whistle, glancing the room like if he is innocent.
She steps closer, "were you trying something?"
Peter raises an eyebrow as he meets her glare, "maybe, but that's not your business."
"It actually is commander," she says in a new harsh tone, "you see, I can not let you die."
"WHY!" he exclaims, stopping himself as he sees the surprised expression on Luna's face, "why, I am nothing princess, nothing for you can find me interesting."
"Thou are an alien," she points Peter with her hoof, "tell me, what's more interesting than that."
"Hmph," a smirk finally appears on his face, "a couple of things if I am being sincere, but-"
Peter claps his hands, startling Luna who blinks in confusion for some seconds, "why have you decided to come to my cosy......fortress," he says, raising his arms like if he is exhibiting the place.
Luna smiles again as she sits on her haunches, at least his humour hasn't died, "commander, we have found out something very interesting."
He raises an eyebrow, "and what would that be?"
"One of our scientists discovered a small metallic contraption that was being carried on your ship," she begins softly, "it appeared to have several messages and a collection of things from your world, all displayed through a magical black surface."
He tilts his head with a confused face, and that is the moment where the reasoning came back to him, "ohhhh yeah," he rubs his temples, "I think that you are talking about the silver record."
"The silver record?" she raises an eyebrow, "and what is the exact function of that device."
Peter taps his chin, a mischievous smile spreading on his face, "a massive destruction device, or a bomb."
Her eyes widen and her mouth hangs loose. She blinks several times before responding, "a..... A WHAT!"
Peter begins to laugh hysterically, tears are coming from his eyes thanks to her expression. Luna looks at him confused before frowning, "how does it feel princess," he keeps laughing at the angry expression of Luna.
"Thou are not funny," Luna says as she uses her magic and slaps Peter across his face. He blinks several times before frowning, his fists clench as he cracks his neck, a sound that Luna is disgusted to hear.
"Don't touch me again, ya' hear me!" he steps forwards, now meeting Luna's triumphant grin. He breathes several times, trying to ignore the looks that Luna is sending to him. He snorts again as he walks to the wall, sitting on the floor.
Silence elapses again as the human begins to play with a small rock that was on the floor. Luna looks at him with an amused face, "sooo," she speaks, standing up and walking near the human, "you are going to tell us what that thing really is?"
He remains silent for some seconds before sighing. He scratches his chin before talking with a tired face, "it was supposed to be the way that we were going to present ourselves if alien life existed," he pauses and meets Luna's teal eyes, "I suppose that is already confirmed."
"Indeed, for both of our species commander," Luna smiles, "we saw one of those things you call films."
He chuckles, "huh, I thought that the first things you would choose to see about my planet were photos or videos or something else."
"We don't know what a video is," she begins, making circles with her hoof, "and that was only for our curiosity, what is the name," she taps her chin, "the wizard of oz I believe so."
"Huh," he silently nods, "one of the greatest films of all time, and-" he tilts his head, "did you saw anything else?"
She sighs, "no, even though that thing entertained us greatly, we didn't knew what was it."
"Yeah of course," Peter stretches, as he takes the pack of cigarettes and takes one, lighting it afterwards. Luna remains looking at his odd antics. If it wasn't for this situation, he would probably be in a hospital for people with mental problems, more or less an asylum. His fingers shake as he takes the cigarette in between his fingers, emptiness noticeable in his features. Luna tilts her head and sighs, walking close to Peter, and with hesitation, she puts a hoof on his left shoulder. His first reaction is fear, but then he simply shakes his head.
"This must be hard for you," she barely whispers, "but of anypony here, I'm maybe the only one who can understand you."
He snickers, shaking his head in disappointment, "you have no idea of what is this feeling, being trapped without freedom in a cursed prison."
She softens her features, "actually, I know exactly what is to feel that," he responds with a confused face, motioning for her to continue, "I was sentenced to live on the moon for a thousand years for......" she deflates a bit, "errors I wish I never committed."
"Wait," he says with confusion, "what do you mean with a thousand years? and what do you mean with the moon."
She remains silent for some seconds before sighing, "I have been living for about a thousand of years commander."
His eyes widen as his mouth hands lose. He clears his throat as he forces a smile, "you are pretty old then..." he begins to cough.
She gives him a frown, but that afterwards changes to an amused face, "nice to see you aren't as dead as I believed so," silence elapses, as Luna moves her hoof on the dirty floor, "but yes, maybe your prison is this planet, but the mine was my own moon."
"And how did you felt?" he asks with curiosity, "being up there."
She remains silent as she slightly frowns, "alone commander, at least here you have somepony else to talk to, there I didn't have nopony, nopony to talk to."
He smokes again, looking the sad expression of Luna, something that quickly changes to a small smile, "but past is past commander, and you should look to the future, not to the errors you left behind, those are the only enemies that somepony really have, and maybe those are the ones you are currently confronting."
Peter looks confused, as he snickers silently, "huh, wise words princess."
"That's correct," she sits on her haunches again, "out lifetime has let us see many things."
He remains silent, smoking again, and laughing afterwards. His face changes to the one of amusement, "and one of those words will get me out of here."
"Yes," Luna responds bluntly, "and that is the thing that I came here to discuss with you."
Peter's eyes widen as his fists clench. He stands up, looking at Luna with a confused face, "what-" he scratches his back, "you aren't kidding me right?"
She snickers, "no commander," she proceeds to back off a bit, straightening herself, "we are actually going to offer you to accompany my sister and Princess Twilight with her friends for dinner."
He tilts his head, "dinner," a smile begins to spread across his face, "so I am going to get out of this place today!"
"Could be," Luna responds smugly, "if you promise to behave of course."
Peter jolts back a bit confused, "you aren't trying anything funny right? like," he scratches his head, "that instead of dinner I end up in a scientific laboratory where you will open my and study my organs."
Luna's eyes widen, as she stomps a hoof on the floor, "how could you even think that!" she frowns, "we shall never do such thing to another creature, neither my sister or myself."
"Hmph that's weird," he makes circles with his hand, "if you land on my planet, they would have probably open you in half."
Luna has barely words to say, "that's barbaric!" she throws her hoofs to the air, almost standing in a bipedal way for brief seconds, "your species sounds barbaric!"
"We aren't barbaric just curious princess," he chuckles, "that's the greatest fuel of mankind, curiosity."
She shakes her head, deflating a bit, "so..... I need to know if you will behave, and not act this way."
He taps his chin, "I guess I can do that," Peter glances at the door, and stares at it for some seconds. He frowns and turns to look at Luna again, "will I still be here when that dinner is over."
"I don't think so," Luna responds calmly, "I believe that we have already a room for you."
"How charming," Peter puts a hand on his chest, acting dramatically. She rolls her eyes, something that makes Peter laugh again, "what can I say, I love annoying people."
"I noticed that," she says dramatically, "well commander, I see that you aren't actually compromising, so I should simply g-"
"Wait!" Peter exclaims. Luna smiles victoriously, "but I also know how to be silent."
"That's what we hope for commander," she walks to the open door, and glances back at the human, "aren't you coming?"
At that moment, Peter's confusion ceased, like if his eyes were suddenly opened. He remembers everything with clarity, and something leaps inside of him, something that hasn't appeared in his chest in a long time. Joy, that feeling of being happy. His smile widens, showing his white teeth. Luna notices the canines, she flinches slightly but thinking about it, that isn't as bad as it looks to be, like, half the Lunar Guard are bat ponies, most of them have canines for some strange reason, like those vampires in the northern lands beyond the Crystal Empire. It isn't that bad, he is an omnivore, something that they learned when he first arrived at the castle.
He stretches and pops his head and fists. Slowly walking to the door, he glances around the room, being distracted again by the solar light. He stops at the exit, waiting for someone to suddenly close the door, but that never happens. He finally exits the cell, a sense of liberty appeared on his mind, even with the spears pointed at him.
"Sorry commander," Luna says as she looks Peter with a soft smile, "formalities."
"Yeah....." he breathes deeply, clapping his hands. Many of the guards are startled when he begins to laugh, "now this is a little bit of what I call liberty."
"Follow me commander," Luna says happily, "we've got much to discuss."
Peter walks forwards, climbing the stairs while watching the Baroque style of the ceiling. Candles adorn it, with crystals of different colours. It has an eerie but at the same time a beautiful style. Now that he isn't being dragged and treated like an animal, it is much easier to look at the beauties of that place. They reach the top of the dungeons, where the two wooden doors are wide open. He sighs, the smile disappearing a bit. Several guards are behind him, poting their weapons at the happy human.
"Thank you, but I believe that I can handle him from this point on," Luna says in a formal tone, looking at the captain that is leading the ponies.
"But princess don't you think that.... umm is dangerous having him.... alone," the guard says nervously. Luna maintains her blank expression.
"As I said captain," she begins again, raising her voice a bit, "I am going to closely look for him."
"But-"
"It's an order," she bluntly states. The guard decides to back off and nod.
"Of course your highness," the guards begin to retire hesitantly, every single one of them looking at the human with a frown.
"Hmph," Peter says with crossed arms, "what's up with them, they were looking at me like if they wanted to hang me."
"They probably want to," Luna begins as she turns to look at the human, "you've injured their captain."
"Yeah...." he scratches his head, "I said it was an accident," he tilts his head, "and what's up with him."
"With who?"
"The captain, we are talking about the same person right?" Peters speaks nervously, winning an amused face from Luna.
"Pony commander," she begins to walk forwards, motioning him to follow her, "Captain Incitatus has been transferred to the Crystal Empire, where he has received the best medical attention we could possibly offer."
He remains silent, glancing at the decorations inside the hall. The walls are weird, the place by itself is weird. It is like if you combined decorations from the medieval times with the ones of early 20th century. There are several banners of different colours, each one depicting a different horse you could say. He looks back at Luna, "what did you do with my weapon?"
Luna raises an eyebrow, "we locked it away commander, we don't want colts like you playing with that stuff."
"Very funny princess," he rolls his eyes and crosses his arms again, "you are not going to-"
"Not even think about it," she simply responds.
"Yeah... yeah, of course, I was expecting that," he says while nodding.
Luna looks at him with a worried face, "are you...... afraid commander?"
He looks at Luna and sighs, "never been more scared in my life if I am being one hundred per cent honest."