The Destruction of Batana

NOMADIC

“Your plane is ready, but not as sophisticated as you want. Our equipment and materials are very limited.” Arrow who was walking in the hallways of the ship explained.

“What do you mean, Arrow?” I asked curious.

“You will know as soon as you see it.

We continued to walk down the hallway and arrived at a room like a basement. A parked plane floated a few feet off the floor. It is smaller than the Falcon. It is metallic gray with a slightly flattened semi-circular shape. There are four turbos and several weapons.

“If you don't like it, I'll have my men to remodel it.”

“Can we enter it?” Vero. He knows better about machines. Of course only he can judge.

Arrow nodded, then ordered his men to take the plane down. Instantly, the turbo of the plane slowly disappeared. The plane glided gracefully. Take out four focuses. An open room and a ladder ran out of the room. We all got on the plane. At least inside is quite large. The room is not much different from the Falcon.

We started heading towards the cabin and the steering room. Vero started fiddling with a few buttons. Learn the function of these buttons. He nodded and smiled.

“This is more than enough, Arrow.”

Arrow laughs. “Thank God, if you're satisfied, I'm satisfied too. However, the aircraft uses fuel. We can't make solar panels the way you want them to. My men don't understand how to make it. So they make this plane use fuel as a power plant.”

“Eh, what's the fuel from?” Vero asked in a doubtful tone.

“Avtur. Avtur is crude oil or can be called crude oil. But the oil must first go through the refining process. This is the process of refining oil so as to obtain the optium properties of the oil and produce the actual fuel. In one time charging need 5000 liters for seven hours.”

I patted the jidat. That's a lot. And how do we get that much fuel in case our plane runs out of fuel. We all sighed softly.

“Hei! Of course I've filled your planes for the next week. Don't be sad, son. If it's less, we can give you another backup. We live by the sea. We can easily get hundreds or thousands more liters of oil if you want. But it takes a few more days. We have to do the refining process first.”

I was silent for a moment. Can't do. We're two months away. We cannot linger in this place, we may fail in carrying out the mission.

“Arrow, is there any other way to get that fuel?”

Arrow held his chin. Thinking for a moment. “There! You can probably get it from nearby cities. If you go to the north then the closest city to this place is the City of Trench. It is about four days if using the plane.”

Be kind. At least we can be calm about the fuel.

“Then, we have to say goodbye, Arrow.”

“You're going now?”

I'm nodding. “Our mission is very important. We have to finish it immediately.”

The Arrow looked at us one by one. Smiling thinly. “You are all really brave kids. I will definitely miss this group.”

“Arrow, do you know a dead town called Batana?”

“Hmm... Dead city, huh? I don't really know, son. Dead cities are always crossed out and wiped off the map. I only know a few dead cities, but I've never heard of one called Batana. I'm sorry, Nak.”

I'm nodding. I'll go back on the directions to go north.

“But, how do we take off? I couldn't find a single gate enough to make the plane take off” Marko raised his hand, asking.

Arrow laughed again. God, how many times have I seen him laugh. As far as I know him, he always laughs like that. Nothing is funny.

“You underestimated us too much, Young man. Although we are fishermen does not mean we are out of date. The exit of the plane is above you.”

Suddenly, the roof of the ship opened. The foundations move quickly. Let out a thumping and whirring sound. In seven minutes, the roof of the ship opened perfectly. It shows a clean blue sky. We rushed into the plane. My steps stopped for a moment. Look at the Arrow for the last time. He smiled and clenched his hands. Perking. I nodded, replying with a raised fist. Then enter the plane.

Vero started the engine. The plane leg began to fold. Turbo-turbonya lights up dashing. The plane started floating a few meters. We could see the Arrow waving his hands with all his men. The plane started to go. Leave that place.

“Something that makes me curious. If Arrow had such advanced technology, why didn't he build a plane for himself and his occupants?” Jora breaks down.

“Maybe he has his own reasons.” Bundara shrugged his shoulders. His eyes were staring at the scene below.

Vero agreed. “Could have fallen in love with the beach. Remember when he invited us to play on the first day we came? His face looked very happy looking at the sunset. And it looks like the place wasn't touched by the Destroyer Robot, Eh... I mean RP-2. RP-2 does not like water. That's why they don't talk about places that have a lot of water.”

“Basic tau! Then water should be the solution to destroy RP-2 from the first!” Bundara clinched Vero's head.

Vero was in pain. Bitched. “Kan I just said that RP-2 hates it. Not that they could die from water!”

“From on RP-2, something made me more curious.” Marko. Stop the fight Bundara and Vero.

We turned in his direction.

“Why are people so anticipating with bandits compared to RP-2? In The-pi City. They did not focus too much on their weapons to destroy the RP-2, but more for the bandits. And the next one is Arrow.”

Jora nodded. “I'm not too aware of that. But apparently, people hate bandits more than RP-2. Are the bandits more ruthless than RP-2?”

I swallowed spit. As for bandits, of course I have met them in person. Even with the leader.

“It's good we avoid meeting with them.” I'm adding.

“But we don't know what they look like. What kind of technology they have, where their networks and minions are, where they live, and what kind of vehicles they have. We don't know their characteristics. I'm a little sorry I didn't ask Arrow.” about the bandits Vero complained.

“But how else, Arrow doesn't seem to want to talk about bandits.” Jora tried to calm him down.

Cabin's quiet. Leave the sound of the plane crashing slowly.

“I know what they are like.” I'm down. Squeezing my fingers.

Instantly, all eyes were on me.

“The name of their leader is Zenzen. They forcibly confiscated valuables and food. In fact, they could have killed to get what they wanted.” I said in a flat voice.

The room is back empty. They all looked at me with concerned looks. I don't know what they're thinking.

“How do we talk about something else? The topic of bandits is really unpleasant.” Vero tried to deflect the conversation.

“I agree! Look at! There's a swan swarm passing by the side of the ship!” Bundara exclaimed as he pointed outwards. But it was not a swan, but a flock of white storks.

I sighed softly. The fact that I still can't tell my past makes me burdened.

“It's okay, Lian.” Jora patted my shoulder softly.

　

　

　

　

Three days later.

“Captain, there's something down there!” Marko who was originally busy staring at the scene cried out in surprise.

We simultaneously witnessed what Marko pointed to.

Holy hooch! That's a bunch of Rp-2 carcasses. That area looks messy. Trees were falling, cliffs were collapsing, and there was smoke everywhere. That means someone, doesn't it! A squad must be fighting an RP-2.

“Vero, fly lower!” I gave the order.

“Ready!”

Plane rattling. I can see the RP-2 carcasses clearly.

THE DUAR!

We just heard a very loud bang. The bang even made the plane shake. Vero raised the plane a little higher. Fear if there's a weapon that will destroy the plane. We don't want the same events to repeat themselves as they did in The-pi City.

“Did the sound come from the City of Trench?” Jora says shush.

“Not, Trench City is still far away. The radar on my plane caught a swarm of moving objects. Lots of numbers.” Vero explained.

“Then, is that bandit?” This time I asked.

“I don't know.” Vero shook his head slowly. “But obviously, RP-2 is chasing that horde of moving objects.”

Suddenly, the radio on our plane accidentally picked up a signal.

“Zzzzzz.ttt... WE NEED HELP HERE! RP-2 JUST DESTROYED OUR CAR PARTS!”

“JUST CALM! SOON WE WILL BE CONGRATULATIONS!”

We all fell silent to hear that voice. From his words, it seemed that they were in danger.

“Lian, it seems they are not bandits. What if we try to check it.” Jora gave me advice.

I'm nodding. Agree to that advice. Ask Vero to approach the mob. The plane is flying fast.

Jora's right. They are not bandits. Their vehicle is a lot different from the one that belonged to the bandits I met two years ago. Their vehicle was a van with several guns hanging from its side.

They are being chased by a gang of RP-2. Every time the robot touches the car, the weapon automatically opens fire. The robots were smashed into pieces.

The radio on our plane again picked up the signal. This time it was clearer. They seem to be in a critical situation. I heard the screams of women and children. I immediately asked Vero to open fire on the robots. He's nodding. Stop the plane. Activating weapons.

THE DUAR!

On target. Our weapon managed to destroy the group of robots. Make them destroyed, left nothing. But we have another problem. Aircraft fuel is drastically reduced. Vero complained. We had to land.

We're looking for a large flat place. He landed on it.

“I don't know if opening fire makes the plane's fuel reduced drastically. If this is the case, we cannot continue the journey.” Vero responded.

Gosh darn. This is a really bad situation. It turns out that the use of fuel is more complicated than solar panels. If the fuel runs out, automatically we will not be able to continue the journey. We were busy arguing and expressing our opinions. Until the sound of rumbling came. We rushed to get our guns.

Oi! It's not a robot. That's a bunch of cars we saved. They're approaching our plane. Then within five minutes, their cars began to change shape like a house. Waita minute! I've heard of cars that can change shape from Happy. They are nomadic tribes.

They came out of the house one by one. Some approached our plane.

“Take it easy! We won't hurt you! We are not Bandits!” Tell one of them.

We started to open the plane door. I'm not wearing my helmet. I was also afraid that they thought we were bandits. Isn't that what always happens to us?

They welcomed us. Smile and shake our hands.

“I'm really grateful for your help. Our tribe upholds the slightest kindness. Even the faint smile that others gave us had to be reciprocated. So we want to repay your kindness.” One of the middle-aged men stepped forward. Smiling friendly.

“Can I request fuel?” Vero. Bundara nudged his shoulder.

“Hahaha, of course. Your plane must have used avtur fuel. We own. But it takes time to fill it. In the meantime, you can rest at our place. But, I advise you to smile often with our residents. They do not like people with a sad or gloomy face.”

I swallowed spit. Smiling in front of strangers is heavier than beating RP-2 for me. I always smile in the back. Vero and Jora had no problems. Me, Marko, and Bundara. We are a bunch of stiff people who have a hard time smiling with strangers.

Vero laughed out loud staring at the three of us who were smiling stiffly. Especially Bundara. He smiled, but his face looked like a thug who was intimidating his opponent. Bundara exclaimed furiously, snapping at Vero's head. He told her to stop her laughter.

I was amazed by the tribe. Their cars were transformed into a house. Even some homes have shops and beautiful orange lanterns. If you take a quick look, you won't realize that those houses are cars.

The people smiled friendly. A few kids were running around us. Then he ran away as soon as he saw the sinister face of Bundara. Bundara exclaimed stifled.

“Actually who are you?” Jora asked curiously.

“We are a tribe that likes to move places or can be called nomads. We are not a tribe, just a group. But people call us tribes more often. We use migration theory to move. We are currently heading to a warm area to stay for a few months. Usually we follow the direction of the birds flying.”

“If for example you live moving like that, why don't you use the plane.” Marko gave me advice.

The man shook his head. “We all prefer to travel by car. I don't know, it's some kind of tradition. We enjoyed the adventure that sparked adrenaline. After all, we can usually easily beat the RP-2. But for today, I don't know why we are in trouble. But thanks to your help, we survived. I'm really grateful.” He looked down respectfully while putting on a five-inch smile.

“Have you ever heard of a city by the name of Batana?” I didn't miss the opportunity to ask that question. They are nomadic, which means they must have visited various places.

Instantly. The man's steps stopped. He held his chin. Seems to be remembering something.

“It seems I've heard of it. But not a city. Except a group.”

I blinked my eyes. Almost jumped with excitement.

“Really? Can you tell us the details?” Jora said expectantly.

The man nodded. “Of course, but it would be better if we talked about it in my tent. Meanwhile, the residents will refuel your plane.”