The supply ship shuddered as it's four vortex engines burst into life, slowly lifting it away from the surface of the moon. As the craft slowly rose into the vacuum, fine moon dust swirled up around its poly-alu outer frame; shaken loose by the tremors of the powerful thrust.
Cade stood on the edge of the crater, and watched the ship slowly ascend into the blackness of space. He was positioned far enough away for the vibration of the engines to be felt only as a faint shudder through his thick EVA suit. The AI in his helmet visor automatically tracked the ship as it arced away, showing him the speed and direction of its travel as a series of numbers and animated charts. Not that Cade cared. He was glad the ship had finally left. He was also glad that his small act of resistence hadn't been discovered.
People would die, yes. But the point would be made. A small gesture that would be part of the bigger cause.