Jenny looked down at her arm and winced. A fresh cut as per usual, bleeding out.
She ripped a strip of cloth from the bottom of her shirt and tied it around her arm with a sigh.
She was inside a pirate ship called The Blade searching for a wanted murderer. She'd been hired by the widow to track him down, and now as she made her way through the bowels of the ship, she sincerely hoped the metal that had been scraping her skin wasn't as rusty as it looked.
The man she was hunting was called Joseph Turner, and he was armed and dangerous.
I haven't even got started yet and I'm already injured.
'Boss we have to move over. There's a Federation vessel coming.' She heard one of them say as she stole towards the cockpit.
A wry smile formed on her lips. Federation huh?
'What?! Which one?' Another man asked in annoyance.
'Erm... It says the Enterprise.'
Jenny grinned even more, her task now seeming a lot more fun.
'Where's Turner?' The first man changed the subject.
'He's at wash up.' The second man who Jenny now presumed to be the captain replied.
She edged away, satisfied. Time to grab Turner and get the hell out of here.
Turner was washing some plates, cursing under his breath when Jenny clonked him on the back of the head.
He slumped over, out cold. She took the precautions of handcuffs and a gag before dragging him through the ship to her getaway vehicle.
5,000 for this idiot isn't bad.
She hit an unfortunate "speed bump" in the road to her success.
The captain had gone to search for Turner, and, not finding him, announced over the sound system for the crew to search.
'Damn!' Jenny tried to run a little faster, dragging her dead weight.
She managed to make it to her ship, but she was seen as she slapped on the airlock door timer.
'Hey!' A crew member shouted, firing on her ship with a handgun.
She blew a raspberry and threw her craft into reverse as the doors opened with a whoosh.
The crew was furious, but there was nothing they could do.
'Fire everything we have!' The captain bellowed, and they ran to the rear weapons.
Jenny spun her ship around, guessing they were going to do that. If this ship would go any faster......
The Blade started to fire on her, landing several good hits.
'Hold together girl!' Jenny patted her ship controls as the whole vessel shook alarmingly.
Adding to the mess, Turner had come to and decided to try and attack her.
Jenny was caught off guard as he got his handcuffed arms around her throat, pulling her back from her controls. The ship started to spin out of control.
Oh crap.
She managed to elbow him in the stomach and squirm away, aiming a kick at his stomach.
Her taser, just out of reach, lay temptingly on the seat. She managed to scramble towards it, and fired.
He fell back with a yell, twitching.
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Jones, A Star Trek Soap
FanfictionJenny Jones, bounty hunter. Who needs Star Fleet when you can make up your own rules? Right? Wrong. *Under editing* because my gosh the old one was cringy. I will be continually adjusting chapters