“Wall’s comin’ down, Bud. Nothin’ you can do about it,” Rodrigo said.
Bud just kept staring up at the crumbling wall. Distorted sunlight scattered greens, golds, and oranges over the landscape.
“We gotta go, Bud. We gotta get off.”
Bud sucked his teeth and scrubbed his stubble hard with a rough hand. He watched as another impact shook more rubble loose from the wall.
“Bud. Hey, Bud! Listen, man, it’s over. The planet’s turned on us like we’re a disease.”
Bud powered up his armor as more dust and stone tumbled down the wall. The armor began to glow as channels filled with hot, orange oil.
“We’re not leavin’ you here, Bud.”
“Yes, you are.”
“I said, go! This is my home; my planet! I won’t turn my home over and run! Even if I’m the last person on Spherta, I will take my home back myself! Now, go!”
Rodrigo hesitated, stared at Bud, watched as chunks of the wall came down. He chewed his lip, looked at Bud, and nodded.
“I’ll be back.” Rodrigo said.
He turned and ran to the ship, thrusters powering up. As he entered, it slowly lifted off the ground. He turned, and his eyes met Bud’s. Bud was smiling as the wall crashed down.