In the future, where man has traveled to the stars and beyond. There exists guilds with special abilities. Two such guilds are the guild of assassins and the guild of mages. Their laws prevent them from working together. Reaper is the story of two members of the guild, who ignored their laws and who fight for the greater good.
Genre: Science Fantasy Romance
Zion’s peace of mind was
interrupted by movement—his own. By the time, he had realized, the bullet had
already left the chamber, shattering something into a million pieces. He
gathered himself. Bomba was on the other side of the mini-shuttle, with an
energy ball in her hand. Standing beside her, was a silver woman. The image
flickered. A hologram. “What are you doing?” Zion asked.
“Trying to wake you up,”
Bomba said. “Who shoots in their sleep?”
“Why didn’t you just…call
my name?”
“I did. I called you
several times. You were in some type of trance.”
“Hibernation—it’s a
chloroman thing. I would have gone insane sitting in this six meter cube, you
call a ship for three days.”
“Well, it hasn’t been
three days, it has been two. And I thought you warriors had all types of mental
training.”
“There is no mental
training that can combat boredom.” He stood up.
The hologram leaned
forward and whispered. “We should have pushed him into space.” were the words
formed by her lips.
Bomba ignored her and
stepped forward. “Can you please put the gun back on safety?”
He spun the gun on his
finger and placed it in its holster. He reached down, grabbed the other gun and
his hat. “I apologize.” He holstered the other gun and through his hat in the
air. It hung on a protrusion near the door. “How close are we?”
“Less than an hour. We
haven’t been detected and won’t be unless I will the ship to drop its cloak.”
“Don’t. We need to enter
and leave without being seen.”
She turned to the
hologram. “Martha as you well know, this is Zion and Zion this is Martha.”
Martha nodded. Her body
shimmered and dissipated like smoke.
“She isn’t very friendly.”
“Well,” Bomba said.
“Technically you shot her too. Not exactly a good way to make friends.”
He looked down. “Could you
do me a favor and check on my home?”
“Your home?”
“Yes. Could you just check
to see if there was an incident since we left.”
She placed her finger on
her temple. Her eyes rolled back as she did her thing. Seconds later, she shook her head and focused
on Zion. The look in her eyes said it all. “There was an explosion. No one was
hurt. The southern region of the colony.”
“My home.”
“I—I am so sorry.”
“Don’t be. It was
booby-trapped, probably exploded when whoever trailed you attempted to find me.”
“But you can’t possibly
know—it could have been an accident.”
“No accident.”
“But why? Why would anyone
come for you?”
He frowned. “You make a
lot of enemies in this business. And if you are well known, you get credit for
people you didn’t kill. But like you, I have a bounty on my head, and then
there is the assassin’s guild. They don’t take to kindly to members of their
order faking their death.”
“So what will we do?”
“We?”
“Yes, you are a member of
my crew.”
Zion chuckled. “I don’t think
any spell of yours will handle this.”
She folded her arms. “You
would be surprised what I can do. I can summon a great dragon to defend this
ship if I wanted too.”
“And yet, you can’t afford
a bigger ship.”
“A small ship is
necessary. You shouldn’t underestimate Martha. She is an amazing ship.” Bomba
walked over to the secondary, pilot’s seat and leaned over the dash. She
pressed a few buttons and the screen increased in size. She sat down in the
seat and turned the co-pilot’s seat toward him. “Please sit down.”
He eased into the seat.
“Comfortable.”
“Thank you. I have virtual
games if you ever get bored.”
“I would prefer something
a little more real.”
She looked at him and
stared at him for a moment. She quickly turned away and prepared the ship for
landing. “So, have you been in a Tek Nok ‘s ship before?”
“A few times. Do you guys
always wear those huge gowns.”
“Huge?”
“Yes, it leaves a lot to
the imagination.”
“Maybe you should spend
your time working on your mental training.”
“Let the imagination fly is
a type of mental training.”
She scoffed. “It is not.
That would imply that you lack focus.”
“No. Distractions actually
help me to focus. What about you?”
“I am just the opposite. I
prefer silence and distractions tend to annoy me.”
“You just haven’t had the right distraction,”
Zion said.
She exhaled and turned to
Zion. “I really don’t see what this has to do with the mission. Is this your
version of small talk?”
“Yes, but you are going to
have to wrap your mind around taking off that gown.”
“Zion, I will admit that I
haven’t been around many humans, but I am familiar with human mating rituals,
and I know that shooting a potential bedmate does not increase your chances of
mating.”
Zion shrugged. “You would
be surprised. Anyway, I was talking about disguising yourself. Now that someone
is on our trail. It wouldn’t be wise to wear a sign around your neck that says
kill me.”
A soft thud announced a
successful landing. “We are here.” She stood up and marched to the door.
“So, you are just going to
ignore me?”
The door opened. “We are
on a roof in the dead of night. No one will see either of us.”
“No wonder you were so
easily followed.” He stood up.
“What do you mean?”
“You are a creature of
habit. Kiyah was too. He never understood that there was order in chaos.” He
followed her out the door.
“I am sorry that I have
turned your life upside down.”
“It’s not a problem.” He smiled trying his best to
hide the excitement stirring in his chest. “Perhaps, I will find out who is
hunting me. After all, there is no point in hiding now, I am sure half the
underworld knows that I am alive.”
End of Part One of Chapter Two.
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