The Hunter

[Sanguine Frozen Boy]

Samantha listened as a siren went off indicating the shields on their ship was falling past the halfway line. The rocking of the ship did not cease but for a moment when the ship passed behind an asteriod, only a moment later the asteriod no longer existed and the shaking continued. She peeked out from her hands and spotted the gunboat her father had ordered to attack. It was there for a moment and then gone the next. Her father must have launched a full compliment of missles at the smaller ship and due to it's lack of shields it must've been destroyed quite easily. She didn't want to look at her father after what had just taken place but she wanted to get better so she watched him. He maneuvered around the deck assisting his crew in making calculations and ordering new targets on fighter craft while the energy reserves regenerated.

Suddenly the warning Siren for the enemies missles came on. A very large number of missles made their way across the empty space and towards the ship. Samantha grabbed onto the chair she sat in tightly and watched as her father grabbed onto a nearby panel. The shock of the missles hitting wrenched her from the seat and threw her to the deck. She couldn't see for a full second before her vision returned. She looked around the bridge but could not spot her father anywhere. She sat up in the chair and looked forward to the viewport. Everyone was staring at her as though waiting for her command.

"Our shields are gone and our hull is failing, what should we do?"The whole crew was waiting on her command. Where had her father gone? Had she been knocked unconscious? There wasn't enough time for all the questions to be answered, she recalled what her father had done and stood up.

"Fire all weapons at the last gunboat, take evasive action behind asteriods until we can restore shields." She waited and watched as the officers pressed buttons on their boards. She looked directly out the viewport at the gunboat and watched as it attempted to avoid the onslaught of missles. Only half of the missles did any real damage but the damage was enough to cripple the ship. When the main cannon came upon the small gunboat it was too late for it to make any more manuevers as it burst into flames and exploded. Now all they needed to do was take out the cruiser. Unfortunately there was no energy left and their hull was nearly breached.

How could she find a way out of the this situation? She could try to run, but she wouldn't get very far with all the cruise disrupters flying around. She thought for a moment and just when she had a good idea, the final cruiser came under fire by another source. A very large prison liner moving at maximum speed burst from the asteriod field and collided with the smaller ship. The shields on the prison liner flared up and held as it pushed the cruiser hard into an asteriod. The cruiser was unfortunate enough to lack the shielding system of it's counterpart and for a moment it seemed to hold together but a few well placed shots split it open. Samantha smiled to herself as the rest of the pirate vessels scattered. She spotted one moving suspiciously toward the wreckage and quickly she ordered the shot. The space the ship was previously occupying was filled with gunfire and a moment later nothing.

So who were the guys who had just helped her? She could not see any specific organization. Her thoughts were interupted by a hail from the ship to which she quickly responded to.

"Ya know, you shouldn't run away from someone while they're talking to you." Samantha sighed as she saw the man from earlier appear on the viewscreen. What luck she thought to herself. The only question she could think of was why he was following her.

"I'm well aware of this, just why exactly are you here?"

"Your ship number was supposed to aid in capturing a Vip and I see you've done nicely. Ya know, you should really consider Joining the PK."The man smiled back at her.

"P what?"She had no idea what he was talking about just as her father came over her shoulder.

"Peacer Keepers, err...some of them call us People Killers though, but either way we're a mercenary group trying to make a name for ourselves, Interested?

"Sure, sounds like a good idea, but first, lets finish this transaction." Her father let his hands rest on her shoulders. Samantha wondered what he was talking about. She had been tricked believing they were out to get silver.

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