The Spaceship

"I'm not even going to ask you how you got the jet here." Ishar said, admiring the grand LCA Tejas, standing in front of him.

Naren chuckled and climbed into the pilot's seat. Ishar looked at his watch. 

2 hours. 

160 minutes were all that would determine the success or failure of this mission.

He had never been anxious for a mission. The pressure of saving the world seemed to weigh heavily on him. He stopped in his tracks, and decided to call the only person he could comfort him.

"Hello? Mom?" He spoke. He was growing more and more tense because of her illness each day.

"Ishar? At this time in the night? Are you okay, son?" His mother's tired voice rang through.

"I am fine, mom. I was just feeling…anxious. I need your help, mom. I have never been this afraid in my life."

He heard his mom give a comforting chuckle. "Fear is what gives you the power to overcome it. It is nothing to be scared of. What will happen, will happen, one way or another. You can't control it. You just have to go with the flow."

Ishar gripped his phone tightly, thanking God that there was no communication surge right now. Tears glazed his eyes as he let out a warm chuckle. This was a mission between life and death, and he wanted to engrave his mother's words into his mind, his power to fight against evil.

"Thank you mom." he replied, knowing that he couldn't put his gratitude into words, "Thank you. For everything."

"No need to be so dramatic, Ishar. You are acting like I will never see you again."

Ishar wiped his tears, knowing that his mother's sarcasm could turn out to be true. But her words lit a fire in his heart. A fire to live. To fight. He spoke, determination lacing his words, 

"You will see me again mom. I promise." 

He hung up the phone and jumped into the jetcraft, holding tightly and bracing himself for what was about to come.

In a second, the jet took off, soaring gracefully under Naren's flying expertise. Ishar gripped his seat, looking down at the vast glimmer of the sea, the rocky cliffs, and his team members- nothing but mere colorful dots, now.

He adjusted his bag tightly around his shoulder, which contained all the necessary weapons, food, water and first-aid medicines. As he looked forwards, the massive form of Pralaya-1 came into view.

It looked horrifyingly cool, with eerie green light emitting from underneath the gray, rocky covering.

His mind ran with thoughts of what the world below would be thinking, what the press would be saying. After all, it's not everyday that you see a giant alien spaceship above your heads. 

Ishar noticed the burned remains of numerous satellites on its exterior. It was frightening to imagine what would happen if the spaceship crashed into Earth.

The massive electro-magnetic field had a horrible effect on the surrounding air. The sky was covered in dark clouds, and lightning flashed and thunder thundered at every turn. The turbulence felt as if the jet could crash any moment.

Naren took a sharp turn, and hovered the jet beside the small crack.

"I will go away as soon as you enter, so the aliens won't get suspicious. Don't worry, I will be flying around here. When you need to escape, just call me. And, try to communicate with the others when you get inside." Naren said.

Ishar nodded, and got off his seat. With a swift jump, he landed on the narrow side of the hole with a soft thud. He balanced himself for a minute and looked back, the strong wind almost toppling him off the spaceship. The jet had already disappeared into the clouds.

Ishar sighed and looked at his watch.

1 hour and 30 minutes.

Hardly enough time to save a country, let alone the entire world. Holding his breath in, he crept inside the dark crack, trying not to touch the rocky exterior. He was met with a disgusting smell, like methane and sulfur mixed together, and he tied a cloth over his mouth and nose.