The rebellion
As soon as he was able, John started with some small, anonymous actions to sabotage the spaceship colony and to help the slaves, Edward Hudson and his daughter.
The journey to the spaceship port took the better part of thirteen months. It was arduous, taxing on his body and his will, always with the threat of being caught and thrown into some remote work camp toiling endlessly in the scorching sun. But he made it without fail. Using his small fortune and his acquired skills he gained access to one of the many cargo ships. He traversed the ship for weeks, finding and documenting problems that could be exploited.
Finally, John found what he was looking for. A slender sliver of silver that seduced him with its glowing light, where the air shimmered and filled with promise. He carefully pried open the panel, revealing wires and tubes of colored crystal. Using his connections, he managed to get access to the spaceship's mainframe, planting self-made time sensitive bombs in vital ventilation systems. John knew he could lose his hand at any moment, but the memory of Hudson's pain gave him strength. He crawled back through the vent, pushing the cover back into place, and pulled it closed behind him. Chunks of ceiling dangled loose, and rust had eaten via crumbling concrete away, leaving smooth, round bubbles that caught John's hands and face. He crawled through the claustrophobic tunnel until he came to the end.
Making his way back through the ship, he managed to avoid detection and made it back to the spaceport without anyone noticing.
John knew that he had set in motion a chain of events that would rock the very foundation of the spaceship colony and that he had to keep his head down and disappear. He knew that he would not be able to stay at the spaceport for much longer.
As John walked through the spaceport, he could feel the tremor of the bombs he had planted. The ground beneath his feet vibrated and a bright beam of light swept across the sky. He heard the sound of the ship exploding. It sounded to him, like the cracking of a whip, and the vibration and noise was enough to rattle his bones.
We're going to get rid of the fools and do what's best for everyone, John thought.
*****
A few days later, another plan was put into action. On that day, John secured the slave quarters and made sure that he planted enough guns in secret areas to arm everyone when the time came. He tried to ration them properly so that they could be used at their maximum effectiveness.
The plan could now be put into action. On the day of December 2nd, 2027, they began the revolt. The slaves slipped out of their quarters in the middle of the night. They carried weapons taken from the guards, which glinted in the faint moonlight.
In the chaos of the revolt, John and Amity worked together to fight back against the guards. They knew that their moment had come, and they were determined to succeed.
John was ready. With cold rage burning in his veins, John grabbed his hammer and roared as he ran towards the slave quarters. His fury made him strong; battle-madness filled his head. He ignored the pain of old wounds and the broken bones that stabbed him like knives. He knew what he must do; there was no room for doubt or fear in his mind.
John stroked at the guards, killing them when it most surprised them. The slaves followed him, fighting to overthrow their captors. Years of oppression and pain were unleashed in the fury of the revolt.
Together, John and the slaves fought their way through the mines, fighting the guards and freeing the slaves who were trapped in the dungeons. They fought with courage and with determination, knowing that they were finally taking back control of their own lives and their own destiny.
As he burst into the slave quarters, he saw Amity locked in a struggle with a group of guards. He took aim and threw his hammer. The hammer ripped through the guard and left him dead on the ground. Then he finished off the other guards. He quickly freed Amity and soon they were standing side by side.
Amity and John fought together, their movements in perfect sync as they cut down the guards. They fought with a brutal ferocity, knowing that their lives depended on victory.
As they fought their way through the quarters, they heard the sound of gunfire and the screams of the guards. Together, Amity and John worked to free the prisoners and arm them with the weapons that John had left in secret caches. They knew that the slaves would need to fight if they wanted to truly break free from the tyranny and oppression that had controlled their lives for so long.
Swinging their weapons, Amity and John fought where they stood until only one slaver remained upright. Their bodies seethed with anger as they watched their enemies fall; this was not how people should be treated! It was long past time for slavery to end!
Despite the fierce resistance of their enemies, Amity and John eventually drove the guards out of the slave quarters. The uprising was successful and they managed to drive the guards back. They had taken control of the slave quarters.
They had won their first battle, and they knew that there was much more work to be done. With the weapons they had secured, they were now able to overpower more guards and take control of more slave lairs.
John was filled with a sense of pride and determination. He had helped to bring down the oppressive regime that had enslaved so many people, and he knew that the revolution would continue until all of the slaves had been liberated.
"We keep fighting until all people are free and equal!" John shouted to his comrades-in-arms.
And all of them, rebels and slaves alike, joined together in a battle cry that echoed through the room: "Freedom and equality for all!"
*****
Another day, John helped Amity sneak out of her quarters at night to ambush a transport ship that has just arrived on Earth and steal all vital resources. He waited in the shadows while she worked her way across the grid of unmarked docking bays. She used wire cutters to snip the lock on a cargo container and jumps inside.
John waited silently as Amity hacked into the master computer system and stole vital documents. The sound of the guards' footsteps resonated faintly through the walls as they rounded the corner into the hallway beyond. Overhead, the automated fire alarm ticked and beeped as it slowly counts down from five minutes. John could hear it as Amity turned her attention to a series of numbers blinking on her screen. Amity grabbed all of the resources that she could carry, and they made their way back to their base of operations.
They knew that they had just struck a major blow against the masters and that their actions had given the slaves some much needed hope.
John and Amity were victorious. They had managed to steal the resources that the masters had been hoarding and were now able to provide for the people of their colony. They felt a sense of pride and purpose as they thought about how their actions had given the slaves hope and power.
"Our victory is just the beginning.", John said to Amity with joy and conviction. "There are many more battles to be fought, and I am determined to help all slaves to win their freedom once and for all."
With a fervent nod, Amity's eyes shining with determination, she answered: "Together, we will fight for a better tomorrow for everyone. There are many more ways to escape the tyranny of the Overseers. We're more resourceful than we ever thought possible. And we're better able to pull off those small, heroic stunts than we ever imagined."
They both knew that their fight for freedom was far from over.