Any onlooker would have said Kelran’s motivations were born of a desire for glory and combat, but deep down, the only emotions in his heat were honor and valor. And love for his brother. He knew what he was going to do, and he knew he was capable of doing it. Emotional repercussions aside, he could deal with those if he survived.
Festhar practically read his mind, having known him since he hatched, he wasn’t about to let him go through with it.
“Lets at least leave it to chance Kelran” Festhar withdrew a glist from his pocket.
The coin sparkled, an engraved stylized talon on one side, a beak on the other.
Festhar tossed it, Kelran called it. “Beak”
The glist landed talons side up.
Festhar retrieved it and slid it into his sash.
Kelran sighed, “You know Festhar, I never could trust to luck. You know me, and you know I make my own luck. And you know that despite what comes next, I love you. My brother.”
Festhar knew it was coming, but Kelran still caught him off guard.
A quick thwack to the back of his neck, and Festhar slammed into the tactical console, falling unconscious.
Kelran dragged his only true friend to the bridge hatch, surprisingly it opened, apparently the force fields had come on line at last.
Kelran slung Festhar over his broad back between his wings and trotted on two legs.
It seemed like ages, but in reality it was only moments, Kelran reached the junction point between the fore ventral section and the main section, he gently deposited Festhar on the other side.
then stepped back into the fore-section.
He began to manually pump the lever to seal the port.
Festhar moaned, rolled over and looked up…
“Good bye.”
With that, Kelran delivered one last vicious pump to the handle, sealing the door.
Festhar threw himself against the bulkhead. He screamed, he cried, he pleaded.
Kelran never heard. But he knew.