“I can’t see a bloody thing!” Padfoot moaned and he flapped his arms around in front of him to try and clear the smoke.
“Same.” Vasilious replied.
“Whoa, wait, stop.” Blast stopped and put his arm out to stop the others continuing.
“What? What is it?” Jelli asked.
“Look.” Blast answered and just then another gust of clear air blew through the clearing and wafted most of the smoke away revealing the battlefield.
“Oh my…!” Jelli gasped and turned her head away and everyone else gasped or made similar remarks as they looked out across what had been the trenches. Falcon’s knees gave way and he collapsed onto all fours staring at the ground. Even Blast closed his eyes for a few seconds.
For in front of them, where the trenches had been was what could only be described as a mass grave. The trenches themselves no longer existed it was almost just one huge pit with an occasional lump standing defiantly on it’s own.
Bodies lay strewn across the ground like broken rag-dolls, either whole or in shredded bits. Flames still licked the blackened ground in some places and the smoke kept wafting up from the bloodstained mud while the remains of both armies heavy weapons had been reduced to smoldering piles of scrap metal.
Blast slowly maneuvered his chair towards a slight slope into the hole and wheeled himself down it.
He pushed himself along amongst the devastation looking around at the hundreds of slaughtered troops as a boom of thunder echoed overhead.
A drop of water splashed noisily into the bloody mud followed by another then another as it began to rain. Blast looked to the sky and let the rain soak him as the braver of the other leaders walked over to join him.
Jelli walked along side him as he moved off further into the remains. Charred and bloody faces seemed to stare up at them as they went.
Blast stopped, his lower lip trembling and tears pouring down his face mixed in with the rainwater. But then he could help it no longer and started to sob. He sobbed and sobbed and held his head in his hands as the other leaders stood watching on and staring at the rebel leader in joint sadness as Jelli knelt beside him and let him cry into her shoulder.
Padfoot removed his helmet and let it drop slowly into the squelching mud.
The last members of the U.R.S. stood there, thinking their own private thoughts that all shared one common thread. After a few minutes Blast sniffed and wiped his nose on the back of his hand. He lifted his head and smiled at Jelli.
“Thank you.” He whispered and she smiled in reply.
He gulped then spotted the uniform of somebody he recognized a short way off.
He wheeled himself over to the facedown, legless body and rolled it onto it’s back and instantly dropped it and looked away. Jelli’s hand flew to her mouth as she saw the half-skeleton face of Captain Mane, the head pilot. He lay in a pool of blood next to one of his own blackened legs.
The rain was washing the blood away but it had nowhere to go in the slight ridges of what remained of the trenches and it just formed a red river that slowly meandered across the ground and joined up with other trickles of blood.
Each of the leaders moved out and wandered away into the smoke and devastation, all going separate ways, nobody uttering a sound as the rain continued to fall.
Blast’s lip quivered again. “YOU BASTARDS!” he screamed towards the forest, his voice cracking. The words echoed around the clearing. “You bastards.” He repeated but this time only to the sodden ground below him.
Jelli slowly walked away from him towards Falcon who stood with his helmet on the floor next to him a little way behind. She walked up to him and they held each other.
Jelli started to cry and Falcon gently stroked her dripping hair.
As he pulled her in close against him, Blast slowly turned his chair around and saw them. He said nothing, his face blank.
Falcon looked up and spotted him watching them.
The two friends just looked at each other but then Blast pushed himself away into the smoke.
Falcon looked back down and Jelli looked up at him. The both smiled in unison and Jelli giggled quietly. She stretched up and kissed Falcon gently. Then he kissed her back and then they kissed together.
Blast looked back at them, at the two figures joined at the lips silhouetted against the drifting smoke and flapping flames, standing defiantly together in such a dark time. A symbol of hope, of happiness for the future.
BUT WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT? FIND OUT IN PART 18! THE FINAL EPISODE OF THIS SEASON! COMING FRIDAY 12TH MARCH!
Quoting --R.K. Blast--
Okay, here's another question for you all:
What is your FAVOURITE episode from the whole series so far? Let me know here but also, I want you to comment on your chosen episode saying why it's the best.
This is my favorite episode because Falcon and Jelli kiss and that Blast had to keep a secret.