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 guilds, who ignored their laws and who fight for the greater good.
Genre: Science Fantasy Romance
“Counting
on it,” Bomba said.
“I get
your plan, but I would rather have the real Bomba here…no offense.”
“I am the
real Bomba.” She stopped just short of the shield and turned around to face the
rocket.
“I hope
this works.”
“Do you
have a better plan?”
“I have
five, but let’s see how well your plan works.” Bomba weaved her hands and the
platform disappeared just as the rocket was about to make contact. The
resultant explosion cause the clone to flicker and Zion to fall at even greater
speed. A pair of arms grabbed him from behind and the two of them floated to
the ground.
“That was
close,” she said.
“I’ve had
closer.”
“We have
to find this sniper before he gets lucky.”
“No. That
is a complete waste of time.”
“This may
have been the same person that destroyed your home!”
“I am
certain of that, but this is not the time or place to engage a master
assassin.”
She
stopped and stared at him. “You don’t want anyone to get hurt.”
“It just
isn’t a good idea.”
“Well, we
are only a mile away from our destination.”
Zion
began walking. “We will take an indirect route, stay in the shadows and maybe
use your camouflage powers.”
“I will
do as you wish. But I don’t like it.”
“I don’t
blame you.”
A quick
wave of her hand and her image dimmed. “We are invisible now. Unless the
assassin has the ability to see through an invisibility spell.”
Zion
stepped behind the building and tread the small path between building and the
shield. “Some have a much heightened six sense. Depends on what race you are
from. The Vuldarians have no ESP potential whatsoever, but they make up for it
in ferocity and durability. But a well-trained sixth sense can see through any
illusion.”
“I beg to
differ.”
He
stopped at a corner.
“What’s
the matter?”
“This
would be a very good space for a sniper to attack. Since, this person can mask
their intent, I have to be careful.”
“No
need,” Bomba said. She raised a shield and walked across. “Come on, unless he
can curve a bullet from a distance we should be fine.”
Zion
followed. Once on the other side they found a door. Zion knocked once and
waited. A burly slug-like humanoid answered the door. “What do you want?”
“To come
in,” Zion said.
“Go
around front.”
“We have
someone trying to kill us,” Zion said in a matter-of-fact tone.
“Who
doesn’t? Go around to the front.”
Bomba
grabbed the man’s collar and pulled him close. “Relax. Aren’t you feeling
sleepy?”
“Y—yes,”
he said as he cocked his head sideways.” Tired.”
“You
should rest. Step aside and let us through. You need a break.”
“I need a
break.”
Bomba let
him go and he stepped aside. Bomba walked past him just as he had settled down
and stared off into space with a weird smile on his face. Zion followed her
inside. “Hypnosis?”
“Yes. It
is actually easier for me to modulate my voice and bedazzle my eyes when I use
a holographic clone.”
“That is
interesting,” Zion said. “I have to warn you. I imagine that the assassin will
find us soon.”
“We are
just trying to get information. We will get it and get out. Martha is heading
this way now and I have sent three hard light clones to get your stuff from the
hotel.”
“My bags
are already packed, make sure they set the bullet tree and the pot beside the
bed. Celeste really likes that dirt. I got it from Terra.”
“Already
got it.”
They
walked into a bar where they found several men and a few women sitting down,
with drinks strong enough to make Zion’s nose burn. In the center was a man
with blue skin and black hair. A Kainian. “That was easy.”
“Awful
brave of him, to come here.”
The two
of them walked over and sat down. The Kainian stared at the two of them. “Have
you heard about the word?”
“Everyone
knows that the bird is the word,” Bomba said.
The
Kainian smiled. “You two are just humans? And so young. Why are you doing
this?”
“The real
question, is why are you doing this?” Zion asked.
Bomba
placed her hand on Zion’s. “We are just trying to right a wrong. Now, please
show us the schematics.”
He leaned
in close. “Word of advice, just turn around and let this go.”
Zion felt
a tingle. His danger sense was increasing in vibrational intensity. A dual
feeling from the man across from him and something well beyond the door. “We
don’t have time for this,” Zion said. He squeezed Bomba’s thigh. She gave him a
look but he never returned it. “Put the information on the desk, so we can
confirm the information.” He reached into his pocket and Zion’s senses hit the
roof. He turned over the table, just as the Kainian was pulling something out
of his pocket.
“What are
you do—“ Bomba’s voice was cut short by a laser blast to her chest. Zion took
cover behind another table. The door burst open and a four-armed man came
through with laser guns blazing. A shield deflected the laser blasts before he
could move to dodge. Bomba sat up and fired two spheres of blue energy at the
two men. Both shots barely had an effect. “We have to run!”
“Running
is suicidal.” Zion pulled out his deck of cards sending them flying as rapidly
as a sub-machine gun. “Keep the four-armed guy busy for a few seconds.” After
emptying the deck, he charged the Kainian, blocking his blasts with his wrist
bands. He deflected one blast and it the resultant trajectory sent it through
the Kainian’s leg. He stumbled, and that gave Zion enough time to twist the
Kainians hand and free the gun. He caught the gun and placed it in the
Kainian’s gut, he pulled the trigger. The shot pierced his stomach, his spine
and went through the chain holding the chandelier over-head. The chandelier
fell down on the giant, but he reached up with his two upper arms grabbed the
steel decoration and pulled it apart.
He threw
it at both Bomba and Zion. Zion dodged it. While Bombs flew over it, she blasted
him from above. Zion took aim at a blind spot, but he sensed danger from
behind. He dodged a swiping Kainian who managed to knock the gun away. Zion
slid away, two far from the gun. Unfortunately, it was within reach of his
opponent.
The
Kainian grabbed for the gun. Zion, grabbed a bar stool and flipped over the
bar. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a silver cylinder. Just big
enough to fit in his hand. He shook it and it morphed into a slingshot. He
reached into his pocket and pulled out a bullets. He loaded the sling and stood
up. The Kainian shot as soon as Zion’s head emerged above the island. Zion dodged
the shots and released the bullet. The shot caught the Kainian in eye. He
grabbed his eye and writhe in pain. Zion loaded one more bullet and shot him in
his hand. “Stand down, before you lose another eye,” Zion said.
The
Kainian held up his bloody hand. “I surrender.”
Zion
turned to the four-armed assassin. He was incased in an energy bubble, floating
just above three clones of Bomba. One of the clones broke away and walked
through the carnage to the bar.
“Want a
drink?” Zion asked.
“I can
have my clones hold him until we are on the ship,” Bomba said.
“Why do
you fight like a Bakashi,” the four-armed man said.
“Because
I am Bakashi, just as my father was before me.”
“Y—you
are The Reaper? Son of the Lightning?”
“Yeah.”
“It is an
honor, to be defeated by you.”
“Hey,”
Bomba said. “I was the one that defeated you.”
End of Chapter 7 Part 1
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