Making Noise The Killjoy Way. C1

      It was just after dawn that the call for aid came in. A desperate measure,surely, giving precise co-ordinates over open airwaves? Grabbing keys, ammo, weapons and supplies, I drag my girls out of bed, prod my hubby into action, and we set off into the still darkness of the early morning.

     Grabbing the mobile set, I directed Phantom towards who knew what emergency
situation, as I responded, and heard other callsign afferm their intent to attend
also. I didn't know  who this caller was, but I could hear enough background noise
to know they were in a desperate situation, and a killjoy is a killjoy. It was time
to make some noise, and let the aftermath come as it would......

_________________________________________________________________________________

     Racing through the slowly lightening desert, listening to the frantic shouts for
help and calls of other groups on their way, it made us realise that, even if we should
die today, in combat, our spirits linger on in the determination and sheer bloody grit
of others. We are not alone, as we had half feared, before.... when we went into hiding.

    Tearing out, across the sand, to help total strangers, in dessperate need of help,
it felt like the spirit of Dunkirk, or the old wild west, when helping your neighbour
wasn't just a matter of if you could be bothered, rather, a question of life and death.

    I couldn't help wondering about the men, yes they were all male voices, that we were
putting our lives on the line to help. It felt .... odd, putting my kids lives on the
line for the sake of men we'd never even met before. Almost ... almost like I was betraying them.

    Disturbed by my musings, I turned the volume up on the radio, and heard many more groups starting to call in.One group, calling themselves the dracinators, reported that they were five minutes away, while the eliminators were ten minutes out. We ourselves were only about ten minutes away, pray god we got there in time.

_______________________________________________________________________________________

    Arriving at the scene, it looked like armageddon had come to meet starwars. Beams of
different coloured laser fire streaked across the battlefield, as things exploded and fires took hold on the dry as tinder grassland. Towering Acacia trees blossomed into roaring life as red hot sparks hit them and set them ablaze.

    Looking about us, we could see that the fighting, while wide spread, was still, mostly in one tight spot. Almost as one, the six of us start shooting at the thickest group of dracs,just as the car behind us is hit.....