Post by Aulius on Nov 30, 2006 0:50:09 GMT
Ok If you hadn't noticed "Rise of an Empire died" So now I have a new project, "Space Cowboy". This is
the first part of the first chapter, depending on what people say about it I will continue to write more.
The SPF had always been undermanned and quite often could not handle the number of crimes of over 25 billion people. Therefore, Earth’s Government, commonly referred to as Earth-Gov, created a new law in which its citizens could apprehend people wanted by the SPF for various crimes by any means necessary. For the first five years it didn’t work until it was altered. The SPF could place bounties on peoples head for the successful capture of live criminals. Crime rates dropped dramatically as amateurs, who would soon become professional bounty hunters, brought in criminals with lowest to the highest bounty on their heads.
Titan, one of Saturn's moons was Terraformed because of the human races increasing population which had now spread over the solar system. Fifty years earlier when the colony started it was suppose to be a new haven in which human life could continue to live peacefully as it had for over 100 years. However that did not happen. Soon after its opening, crime syndicates moved in to secure it for future investments. It had practically become a safe haven for anyone who was running from the SPF, Sol Police Force, as most of the local SPF forces had been bribed and so often they rarely had to show up for work.
On Titan a man, in a stylish dark red jacket with matching trousers and white shirt looked through his binoculars down at the building below him. He had short mousy-blonde hair and small amount of stubble around his face. He smiled and tapped his ear to activate the earphone, a small circle shaped device that sat just outside his ear.
“Eric” He said in a low voice
“Yes?” Eric replied in a deep but wise voice
“…Which floor am I supposed to be looking at?” he replied after a brief pause.
“Oh for… I’ve told you twice already! It should be the one that is two below the one in front of you!” Eric moaned “Why don’t you ever listen to me?” There was a long pause.
“Did you say something?” he replied
“That better be a joke! Cause if it isn’t I’ll- Shit! The target’s come with more body guards than expected” The man looked over the edge of building down to where Eric was standing. He was right the target had about ten body guards flanking him.
“Shame really…” He sighed in reply “I was hoping for an easy one today”
“Stick with the plan Slinger. Try not to kill him; we need a live person this time. Have the other targets assembled in the conference room?”
“Yes…Eric?”
“Yes?”
“You didn’t bring the cheap knock out gas did you?”
“Only fools don’t learn from their mistakes…”
“You brought the cheap ones didn’t you…?” Slinger asked bluntly
“…Yes”
“Idiot, that gives us only ten minutes to move them!”
“Well I didn’t spend the last of our money on certain magazines!”
“Oh now you’re getting personal!” Slinger shouted down the earphone after pulling it out and placing it in front of his mouth.
“OW! Fuck! Bastard!” He heard Eric complain as he put it back. “You’d better get over there now then”
“Alright you get moving as well” Slinger tapped the earphone turning off the microphone then stood on the ledge of the building and clicked his heels together. The jet boots he was wearing shot him into the air and over the street below then brought him to a soft landing on the other side. He pulled out his gun, with its built in silencer, and then snuck down the stairs leading into the building from the roof.
Most of the targets had only a small bounty on them however they were just going to be pocket change, since one of the people attending the meeting was one of the higher up members of a syndicate. His name was Eduardo Costello, aged 22 and already with enough evidence of him being involved or the murder of over twenty people, drug trafficking, money laundering the list went on. Total bounty, 3.9 million credits.
Slinger put on a gas mask and glanced round the corner of the corridor. He slowly eased his way down constantly looking back to make sure no one came out of their offices, even though the top two floors were supposed to be deserted. Stepping into an elevator he pulled out a detonator.
“Eric” He said holding down the earphone talk button “Has the meeting started?”
“Yes” came a swift reply. Slinger pressed the button for floor 78 and looked up to watch the number slowly tick down. 81…80…79, Slinger pressed the button on the detonator, 78. The doors glided open and a misty white cloud filled his view. He walked forward slowly and the shapes of unconscious body guards littered the corridor. He opened the door to the conference room and unsurprisingly most of them were slumped over in their chairs.
“Ok get over here!” He said through the earphone.
“Roger!”
Slinger fired three shots into a window and smashed the glass. Soon Eric in his battered ex-military fighter with a large container hanging below it was hovering by the window. Slinger moved quickly disarming the unconscious men before tossing them into the container. Once he was done he chained and padlocked it shut.
“All done, take them to the ATM” He said as he ran out of the room and headed back to the roof.
Upon reaching the roof he activated his jet boots again but this time for the spacecraft parking lot and landed, yet again perfectly, next to his ship. It was a sleek design as it used to be a racing ship until it was converted. It was a dark blue and its nose extended far out in front with short wings on the side. The cockpit was at the back next to a powerful engine that could be considered too powerful sometimes; he had already gained a stack of speeding tickets for flying far too fast in an urban area. He climbed in took off quickly in pursuit of Eric to escort him to the nearby police station.
“Slinger, don’t relax yet! This is syndicate territory, who knows if they are already pursuing us” Eric said over the radio
“I’m not an amateur y’know” Slinger mumbled in reply. A minute passed by, then another. They had almost reached the police station then over the radio came a voice that was not in a good mood.
“Bounty Hunters! Give us back our people and we will let you live! You know what choice to make, anyone who goes against any syndicates wishes die!”
“Don’t you mean that you will just take all our stuff when we’re done” Slinger replied facetiously.
“No but thanks for the idea! You have ten seconds to make your decision!” Slinger had already made up his mind when he first heard the voice. While looking around he had already spotted the three syndicate fighters closing in on them. He yanked hard on the control sticks and put the throttle to full, he then charged straight at the group. Going in guns blazing the leader had already been hit and was spinning out of control down to the moons surface. Slinger flew directly between the remaining two then turned around chasing his second target. The target flew down between the skyscrapers and began pulling tight turns that Slingers fighter could easily match. Slinger fired short bursts but he kept missing and hitting the buildings.
“SLINGER!” Eric shouted over the radio “Are you trying to make us pay for all those damages!?”
“Shut up! Just don’t get noticed!” He replied between bursts. Tiny explosions and flying glass were appearing all over the city as Slinger kept missing. The fighter he was chasing turned too early and clipped a building sending it spinning into another. A large fireball erupted, he flew straight through only to find himself heading straight for a building himself. He yanked hard on the control sticks pulling him up. He screamed as he flew up the towers side and then began to laugh as he cleared the building.
“Slinger! Where the hell are you?! I got one on me!” Came the panicking cry from Eric. Slinger spotted Eric’s fighter being hounded by the last one. He headed quickly in pursuit. The pilot was too focused on Eric to realise Slinger was flying straight at him until it was too late. Slinger fired his pulse guns and soon the black, bird shaped fighter disappeared in a ball of flame.
“Eric! You okay?”
“Yes…I don’t know about our cargo though”
A short time later, a group of armed police stood waiting for them to open the cargo container. With a smirk on his face Slinger took off the pad lock and chains and pulled the door open. Quickly Slingers smirk vanished as putrid smells wafted out. He grabbed his nose and tried not to inhale the stench. “What the fuck? Shit what the hell happened?” Slinger moaned. He pulled out a torch and shined it into the container. Its floor was a pool of vomit and urine as most of them hadn’t been in such rough flying or were very scared. Either way the smell was enough for the police to put on gas masks as they began the task of arresting the men and pay the hunters.
An officer inserted Slingers credit card onto a transfer pad then transferred the total of 5.2 million credits to Slingers bank account. The officer smiled and said,
“Thanks for your help” He beamed and then quickly changed his expression to a very serious face “Now put your hands behind your back, your under arrest for the destruction of private property and endangering the lives of others! You can bail get bail at a cost that is yet to be determined” Slinger sighed and did what he was told. The officer read him his rights and placed the handcuffs on him. This wasn’t the first time he had been arrested.
Later he found himself sitting in the corner of a jail cell watching the other occupants, who happened to be a group of very angry men who had just been gassed, thrown in a cargo container, tossed around and were covered in vomit. They still stank as well. Slinger stared at all of them waiting to see if one of them would make a move, then he said under his breath “Shit…why does this happen to me?”
the first part of the first chapter, depending on what people say about it I will continue to write more.
Space Cowboy
The SPF had always been undermanned and quite often could not handle the number of crimes of over 25 billion people. Therefore, Earth’s Government, commonly referred to as Earth-Gov, created a new law in which its citizens could apprehend people wanted by the SPF for various crimes by any means necessary. For the first five years it didn’t work until it was altered. The SPF could place bounties on peoples head for the successful capture of live criminals. Crime rates dropped dramatically as amateurs, who would soon become professional bounty hunters, brought in criminals with lowest to the highest bounty on their heads.
Titan, one of Saturn's moons was Terraformed because of the human races increasing population which had now spread over the solar system. Fifty years earlier when the colony started it was suppose to be a new haven in which human life could continue to live peacefully as it had for over 100 years. However that did not happen. Soon after its opening, crime syndicates moved in to secure it for future investments. It had practically become a safe haven for anyone who was running from the SPF, Sol Police Force, as most of the local SPF forces had been bribed and so often they rarely had to show up for work.
On Titan a man, in a stylish dark red jacket with matching trousers and white shirt looked through his binoculars down at the building below him. He had short mousy-blonde hair and small amount of stubble around his face. He smiled and tapped his ear to activate the earphone, a small circle shaped device that sat just outside his ear.
“Eric” He said in a low voice
“Yes?” Eric replied in a deep but wise voice
“…Which floor am I supposed to be looking at?” he replied after a brief pause.
“Oh for… I’ve told you twice already! It should be the one that is two below the one in front of you!” Eric moaned “Why don’t you ever listen to me?” There was a long pause.
“Did you say something?” he replied
“That better be a joke! Cause if it isn’t I’ll- Shit! The target’s come with more body guards than expected” The man looked over the edge of building down to where Eric was standing. He was right the target had about ten body guards flanking him.
“Shame really…” He sighed in reply “I was hoping for an easy one today”
“Stick with the plan Slinger. Try not to kill him; we need a live person this time. Have the other targets assembled in the conference room?”
“Yes…Eric?”
“Yes?”
“You didn’t bring the cheap knock out gas did you?”
“Only fools don’t learn from their mistakes…”
“You brought the cheap ones didn’t you…?” Slinger asked bluntly
“…Yes”
“Idiot, that gives us only ten minutes to move them!”
“Well I didn’t spend the last of our money on certain magazines!”
“Oh now you’re getting personal!” Slinger shouted down the earphone after pulling it out and placing it in front of his mouth.
“OW! Fuck! Bastard!” He heard Eric complain as he put it back. “You’d better get over there now then”
“Alright you get moving as well” Slinger tapped the earphone turning off the microphone then stood on the ledge of the building and clicked his heels together. The jet boots he was wearing shot him into the air and over the street below then brought him to a soft landing on the other side. He pulled out his gun, with its built in silencer, and then snuck down the stairs leading into the building from the roof.
Most of the targets had only a small bounty on them however they were just going to be pocket change, since one of the people attending the meeting was one of the higher up members of a syndicate. His name was Eduardo Costello, aged 22 and already with enough evidence of him being involved or the murder of over twenty people, drug trafficking, money laundering the list went on. Total bounty, 3.9 million credits.
Slinger put on a gas mask and glanced round the corner of the corridor. He slowly eased his way down constantly looking back to make sure no one came out of their offices, even though the top two floors were supposed to be deserted. Stepping into an elevator he pulled out a detonator.
“Eric” He said holding down the earphone talk button “Has the meeting started?”
“Yes” came a swift reply. Slinger pressed the button for floor 78 and looked up to watch the number slowly tick down. 81…80…79, Slinger pressed the button on the detonator, 78. The doors glided open and a misty white cloud filled his view. He walked forward slowly and the shapes of unconscious body guards littered the corridor. He opened the door to the conference room and unsurprisingly most of them were slumped over in their chairs.
“Ok get over here!” He said through the earphone.
“Roger!”
Slinger fired three shots into a window and smashed the glass. Soon Eric in his battered ex-military fighter with a large container hanging below it was hovering by the window. Slinger moved quickly disarming the unconscious men before tossing them into the container. Once he was done he chained and padlocked it shut.
“All done, take them to the ATM” He said as he ran out of the room and headed back to the roof.
Upon reaching the roof he activated his jet boots again but this time for the spacecraft parking lot and landed, yet again perfectly, next to his ship. It was a sleek design as it used to be a racing ship until it was converted. It was a dark blue and its nose extended far out in front with short wings on the side. The cockpit was at the back next to a powerful engine that could be considered too powerful sometimes; he had already gained a stack of speeding tickets for flying far too fast in an urban area. He climbed in took off quickly in pursuit of Eric to escort him to the nearby police station.
“Slinger, don’t relax yet! This is syndicate territory, who knows if they are already pursuing us” Eric said over the radio
“I’m not an amateur y’know” Slinger mumbled in reply. A minute passed by, then another. They had almost reached the police station then over the radio came a voice that was not in a good mood.
“Bounty Hunters! Give us back our people and we will let you live! You know what choice to make, anyone who goes against any syndicates wishes die!”
“Don’t you mean that you will just take all our stuff when we’re done” Slinger replied facetiously.
“No but thanks for the idea! You have ten seconds to make your decision!” Slinger had already made up his mind when he first heard the voice. While looking around he had already spotted the three syndicate fighters closing in on them. He yanked hard on the control sticks and put the throttle to full, he then charged straight at the group. Going in guns blazing the leader had already been hit and was spinning out of control down to the moons surface. Slinger flew directly between the remaining two then turned around chasing his second target. The target flew down between the skyscrapers and began pulling tight turns that Slingers fighter could easily match. Slinger fired short bursts but he kept missing and hitting the buildings.
“SLINGER!” Eric shouted over the radio “Are you trying to make us pay for all those damages!?”
“Shut up! Just don’t get noticed!” He replied between bursts. Tiny explosions and flying glass were appearing all over the city as Slinger kept missing. The fighter he was chasing turned too early and clipped a building sending it spinning into another. A large fireball erupted, he flew straight through only to find himself heading straight for a building himself. He yanked hard on the control sticks pulling him up. He screamed as he flew up the towers side and then began to laugh as he cleared the building.
“Slinger! Where the hell are you?! I got one on me!” Came the panicking cry from Eric. Slinger spotted Eric’s fighter being hounded by the last one. He headed quickly in pursuit. The pilot was too focused on Eric to realise Slinger was flying straight at him until it was too late. Slinger fired his pulse guns and soon the black, bird shaped fighter disappeared in a ball of flame.
“Eric! You okay?”
“Yes…I don’t know about our cargo though”
A short time later, a group of armed police stood waiting for them to open the cargo container. With a smirk on his face Slinger took off the pad lock and chains and pulled the door open. Quickly Slingers smirk vanished as putrid smells wafted out. He grabbed his nose and tried not to inhale the stench. “What the fuck? Shit what the hell happened?” Slinger moaned. He pulled out a torch and shined it into the container. Its floor was a pool of vomit and urine as most of them hadn’t been in such rough flying or were very scared. Either way the smell was enough for the police to put on gas masks as they began the task of arresting the men and pay the hunters.
An officer inserted Slingers credit card onto a transfer pad then transferred the total of 5.2 million credits to Slingers bank account. The officer smiled and said,
“Thanks for your help” He beamed and then quickly changed his expression to a very serious face “Now put your hands behind your back, your under arrest for the destruction of private property and endangering the lives of others! You can bail get bail at a cost that is yet to be determined” Slinger sighed and did what he was told. The officer read him his rights and placed the handcuffs on him. This wasn’t the first time he had been arrested.
Later he found himself sitting in the corner of a jail cell watching the other occupants, who happened to be a group of very angry men who had just been gassed, thrown in a cargo container, tossed around and were covered in vomit. They still stank as well. Slinger stared at all of them waiting to see if one of them would make a move, then he said under his breath “Shit…why does this happen to me?”