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
The
familiar smell of almonds filled her nostrils. She sniffed and shook her head.
A blurry image of shades of grey appeared in front of her. She blinked until
the image became clear. Zion was standing over her secondary controls, piloting
the ship. Anger welled in her heart and she rose up with fire on her hands.
“Don’t be
foolish,” he said. His eyes still glued to the small screen in front of him.
“Attack me here and you will die too.”
“Move away
from the controls.”
“Fine.”
He rolled away. “Tired of looking at that small screen. Don’t see how you fly
this thing.”
She moved
to the control and glanced at the screen. “We are in space.”
“Yeah, on
our way out of the system. I put in a course for the Lucasian system, but I had
to navigate through an electric storm.”
“Lucasian?
That is near the Kainian system.”
“Yeah. We
can stop there and get the supplies we need before we enter into the system. I
know you are wondering what’s going on? What is he up to? Well to make a long
story short. I am always prepared to leave any situation. So once I decided to
help you. I had already made plans to leave. And Kiyah taught me to never leave
when people expect me to leave. So, here we are. I am willing to bet a hundred
credits that you weren’t expecting this.”
“But what
about your payment? The Tesseract you wanted? I can’t contact the council with
you on my ship. They will know.”
“You can
take care of that when we land.”
She
closed her fist and the fire disappeared. She sat down in the seat and stared
at him for a moment. She grabbed her head. “You shot me! How am I unharmed?”
“I shot
you with a special bullet, of my own personal design. A psychokinetic bullet.
Physically the bullet didn’t even break your skin, but it hit you with a low
powered psychic wave. But you were knocked out for an hour longer than I
expected. I guess I am a little rusty.”
“A
psychic bullet? Are you a telepath?”
“No. It
was something my dad worked on, but never got around to finishing.” He slid
down in the corner and drew up his knees. He placed his hat next to him and his
guns on either side of the hat.
“That’s
not possible. That is a rail gun. How can it fire psychic bullets?”
“That’s
my secret. I will sleep over here. If you can make this thing go faster, please
do so. But as it stands right now, we have a three day flight.”
She
sighed. “This ship isn’t designed for a two man flight. We need to go back and
get another ship.”
“It is
only three days. Once we get to Han City, we can get a ship that will suit our
needs.”
She
clenched. “You shot me, with a psychic whatever. How can you expect me to trust
you after that?”
“I
don’t. Trust is earned. I know that I
haven’t done a good job earning yours, but for the time being. I need you to
understand that I prefer my opponents be predictable, while I be
unpredictable.”
“But
there was no need for this! I am not your opponent. I am your teammate and we
need to have trust now, if we are going to work together.”
“Right.”
He buried his head in his knees.
She stood
up and stared down at his curled form. She shook her head and walked to a wall
a little over a meter away. She reached into one of the square openings in the
walls and pulled a latch. The wall disappeared and a semi-glass covered tank
appeared in its place. “Well, even if you don’t trust me. I will trust you,
because Kiya trust you. He said that you could be frustrating, but it was part
of your brilliance. At any rate, this is the primary cockpit of the ship. Once
I am inside, I will be able to plot a more efficient path to the Lucasian
planet. It will provide me with a virtual reality living area that will provide
a lot more comfort than your corner that you picked out. I have another one
built into the ship just in case I have to transport a prisoner or something. I
can modify it for you, but unfortunately I cannot do so until we land.”
He looked
up. “Don’t worry about me. I don’t need more than what I have.”
“As you
wish.” The tank door opened and Bomba stepped in. “Please, try not to shoot me.”
“The
safety’s on,” he said as he buried his head into his knees, once again.
She
folded her arms over her chest and the door closed. A blast of cool air alerted
her, but only for a moment. She closed her eyes until the discomfort and
passed. When she opened them she was inside a destroyer class ship, with a full
command deck. Capable of supporting a crew of twenty, but with only one soul as
its occupant. “Martha!”
An image
of metallic woman materialized in front of her. “Yes mistress?” The image flickered.
“Don’t
yes mistress me! How did Zion take command of your secondary controls?”
Martha
turned around and drew a large square in the air. The squared flashed bright
and shown an image of Zion picking up Bomba’s unconscious body. “I have no way
to defend you while you were outside of the ship,” Martha said. He picked her
up, cradling her in his arms. “I was going to kill him as soon as he stepped
foot into the cockpit, but did not want to harm you. I was also wary that if he
was powerful enough to harm you, he would need further study to find a
weakness.” Zion aimed his pistol, shot and the screen went blank. “He severed
my central processing unit’s cortex with a dissolving bullet. Once the bullet
had dissolved, I immediately began self-repair. But he had already bypassed my
systems.”
“He has
been in a mage’s ship before,” Bomba said. She rubbed her head. “Well, did you
find any weaknesses?”
“Yes.
Many. He is mostly human. The chloroman traits are surprisingly strong in him.
I imagine that he shares there need for water and sunlight as well. He would
prove resistant to what would kill most humans. His DNA markers suggest that he
is more durable, heals faster and has an extended life span, but any of your
basic offensive skills should kill him.”
“Yeah, if
he doesn’t dodge them.”
“I will
have access to the inner defense soon. Would you like me to microwave him?”
“No.”
Bomba walked to the Captain’s chair. “Technically, he is my ally.”
“That
seems illogical.”
“Yes.
Kiyah said that he was strange. He grew up with his father—traveling the
universe, possibly learning how to kill at his father’s feet. He was only
eleven when he witnessed his father’s death. I imagine that would affect the
psyche of anyone.”
There was
a long awkward silence. “Did he go live with his mother?”
“She died
the day he was born. Transport accident, that killed everyone on the shuttle.
He is the sole survivor.”
“That is
so sad,” Martha said. “I regret planning to kill him.”
“Yes. But
that doesn’t change the fact that he is unpredictable. What about his
weaponry?”
“Two rail
gun with adjustable voltage. Each one is fully loaded. He has spare ammunition,
two knives at the small of his back and a plasma pistol in an ankle holster. He
has various supplies as well. Would you like me to list them?”
“No,
examine his bullets. Anything special about them?”
“He uses
RGB3, RGB4, and RGB5. They have varying tips, to include, metal and silicone.
There are some bullets that appear to be techno-organic.”
“Techno-organic?
Is it comparable with Tek Nok technology?”
“No, it
is unlike any metal in my database.”
“And the bullet dissolves soon after it hits
its target. Amazing…. Martha, I want you to patch me through to the cockpit.”
“You want
me to route a communication path back to its beginning?”
“No, the
actual cockpit. I want to be able to communicate with Zion if need be. Double
check my sleep pod’s defensive measures. He is an ally, but until we can fully
trust him, we will keep him at arm’s length.”
“Yes.”
“And plot
a course to Hans City in the Lucasian system.”
End of Part Two of Chapter Two.
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