Hyperdrive

Chapter One

Somewhere in the Sigma Quadrant of the galaxy Messier 91...

The high pitched whine of a plasma rifle echoes out across the loading bay and for a moment all seems still. The corpse of the Q'ataar soldier flops upon the floor for a second, the bullet entering through his neck and severing his corotid artery, the body continues jerking uncontrollably before halting, its blue-grey blood pooling upon the floor and around the feet of its crewmates. The silence breaks as the rest of the soldiers draw their guns. The high pitched screeches of their Vindicator 9 rifles filling the chamber as they empty the cartridges of their weapons frantically. The shouting stops abruptly as a man, dressed in completely black armour falls from the balcony of the bay about 200 meters above. From the soldiers' perspective it would seem he's cloaked in black lightning streaking through the air, arcing quickly toward them. Arya knew this manoeuvre well, with his feet pointed downward and one arm raised ready to connect his palm to the ground upon landing. He is falling alarmingly fast, the momentum of his jump speeding him up even further.

K'aarn plunges into the middle of the group and the soldiers are eviscerated by the sheer force of the explosion, their bodies ripped apart by a cloud of lightning and rock as K'aarns palms connect to the ground like prongs into a plug sockets. Chunks of bug person now litter the ground around his feet. He looks back to the ship, Arya in cover behind it, as she had been since they landed in the bay. The blond woman looks up from her scope, flashing the man with a dazzling smile. This job would be a piece of piss. 

The man draws a pistol from the mag holster on his hip and lets off a shot, a glowing green slug slams into another soldier's eye, the back of his head popping like a meat balloon. Slamming the pistol back onto it's holster he draws a long pole from his back, rushing into the oncoming group. The blonde smirks as she raises her rifle, popping off a quick 7 shots. The soldiers fall as they run, a rather comical sight, as it looks like they simultaneously trip at the same time. 

"Hey, I had 'em," the guy complains through his radio. 

"Sure, sure, why did I get them first, then?" She teases, her voice crackling slightly through the static.

"Maybe because I wasn't running that fast," K'aarn boasts.

"Of course not."

Their playful banter is cut short by a roaring boom, similar to that of a rocket taking off as a door is blown off its mag-lifts. Two hulking creatures, carrying miniguns and pushing their way through the rest of the group. There are slow drones as the plasma tanks heat and the miniguns spin.

Maybe this won't be so easy after all, Arya thinks to herself before the man rushes towards them and the miniguns begin to fire.

Arya dodges and ducks towards the brutes, slinging her rifle over her shoulder and grabbing her subs from the holsters on her back. In about 5 seconds she crosses the distance between herself and the group of soldiers. She puts a bullet straight into the forehead of any soldier she passes. The man's voice comes through on the radio again and she looks over to him. Bullets pinging off his black armour like raindrops. She can't help but giggle to herself. The Q'ataar are one of the only species in the solar system that still haven't figured out plasma weaponry, as such they rely on scavenging their weapons from defeated or captured enemies. It would seem the only 2 plasma weapons on this ship are right there in front of the man, K'aarn, as he flips and dodges around, slamming the lightning infused pole into the brutes repeatedly.

Ejecting the magazines in her guns, a pocket void opening up for her to grab another couple, she takes the opportunity to swing in her rifle, less carrying weight, before slotting the new mags into the subs and rounding to the back of the larger group.

Meanwhile K'aarn drives his pole through the throat of the brute, his insectoid plating crumbling around it as the blunt end is driven through his neck and out through his skull. He takes the opportunity to grab the minigun from the creature and fires off some hot plasma into the nearby group. 

"Watch it jackass, you're shooting at me!" Arya's voice comes in, albeit playfully.

"Nothing you can't handle, I'm sure." Comes the sarcastic reply. "Now, quit whining and help me kick these guys' asses already!"

She jumps into the air, her golden locks flowing out behind her as her band comes loose from the force, a small void appearing above K'aarn's head. He drops the gun and shoots a quick burst of lightning into the hole of nothingness. Arya opens some more above herself, a small hole here, a large one there, and the lightning comes flowing through, the strikes of pure plasmic nitrogen slamming into the group in multiples of 3, arcing out into the rest of the group. She grabs her rifle from the void again as she begins to fall back to the bay floor, and carefully takes aim like she has many times before and sets her sights on the plasma tank of the other large Q'ataar. She fires and the brute erupts into a green inferno as the super hot viscous gas comes flowing out of the breach, escaping from the pressure of the container, trying to cool itself back down but the rush just makes even more heat. The Q'ataar is engulfed in the flames of his own weapon and is incinerated almost instantly. She lands calmly next to K'aarn in the now empty bay. 

"Well, what are you waiting for? We have a bounty to claim, do we not?"