Ghent Coirse: It started with a bang

[Outrunner]

Space, the Final Frontier
The shield on the mini-gun bent itself out of shape and was propelled down the hallway and out into the emptiness of space, following the corpse of the first guard I had offed. Quickly following were up to three Liberty Rogues and/or Outcasts, I couldn’t tell and I didn’t really get a great chance to count as I gripped the floor panels for dear life. Eventually, the room was completely still, and the gravity panels had stopped functioning.

I pushed myself away from the floor and immediately glided over to the hole, climbing out onto the exterior of the ship. I didn’t have a lot of time to work, as entering a jump-hole or jump-gate at this point would ensure my death as I was tossed into the infinite gravity well of sub-space and promptly compressed into the size of a neutrino within a nanosecond. Just like the worry and dread clambering up my spine, I began my crawl across the outer hull of the Bactrian.

We were in Cortez, which threw me off a little. I had no idea where this ship was even heading, but I didn’t have a lot of time to think about it either. Making my way across the massive hull, I finally reached the cockpit. Grinning to myself, I slid onto the front of the viewport and waved. The pilot expressed his confusion, and then terror, as I pointed my gun at the screen of the cockpit.

That’s when I fumbled. Before I could pull the trigger, I remembered that I had only used one anti-personnel round, and I quickly attempted to rotate the cylinder. The pilot however, was more prepared, and immediately swerved the ship sideways. I almost lost my gun, but more importantly, I almost lost my grip as well, and found myself sliding towards the side of the cockpit, the threat of slipping off and becoming lost to space quickly making itself much more prominent.

My magnetic gloves were as credible as I was told though, and I stopped just at the edge as I clamped my fingers around the edge of the viewport. My gun was ready, and I prepared myself for the pilot to veer the ship in an attempt to shake me again. And once again, my patience paid off.

I was flung sideways over the front of the cockpit, and during the passing I shot repeatedly into the viewport. After the third round, the reinforced glass broke, and the fourth caused the entire thing to cave in. The exchange in pressure caused me to switch places with the oxygen in the room, while simultaneously ejecting the pilot and his partner. The gravity panels were still on though, and I crashed clumsily into the front of the ship and rolled until I smacked against the cabin door.