I was at my station on Tower 5 overlooking Green Plains. We hadn’t seen a dragon in two months nor did we expect an attack from that side and since we were short of technicians they left me to guard the position alone.
When the sensors picked up the heads of more than fifty approaching, I confirmed the attack and fired the missiles which scrambled the jets. There was nothing left for me to do except wait sitting on the S10 as a last defense.
I can still hear the screeching of those who made it past our defenses. I didn’t expect to survive, especially when the tower dropped, but I hoped at least when I joined my family our city would.
Linked to GirlieOnTheEdge’s Six Sentence Story with the prompt word being “station”.