The Unstoppable Truth

[Reverend Del]

The bikes sped down the road, Fastjack in the lead, with Nymph following him and Silverfire bringing up the rear. They had no way of knowing what Tank was up to, and frankly Fastjack didn't care, if he stopped to worry then it would all be pointless anyway. He continued to ride as fast as possible, avoiding the ground based traffic.

"We've picked up a tail, two LSF assault skiffs incoming."

Fastjack kicked the bike around a sharp corner, taking to the pavement to actually manage the turn; the others followed him without mishap.

"Still with us. Fastjack can you control my bike from there?"

Fastjack considered Silverfires request. It was possible, how effective it would be he didn't know. He accessed his AR interface, full VR would be too dangerous at these speeds, not to control but to implement. He searched for the other two bikes signatures finding them he partially slaved them to his functions, allowing a manual override to take control.

"Done, now what are you up to?"

"I'm going to try something, keep my bike going straight. I need a stable platform"

Fastjack did as he was asked then it hit him as to why Silverfire would need a stable platform. Before he could stop her however she leaped onto one of the approaching skiffs, drawing a pistol she began to fire at the assembled LSF officers. Not wanting to die, they returned her fire, clipping her arm and nearly sending her flying off the skiff. She maintained her balance and took out two of the officers, climbing properly onto the skiff she backhanded the pilot and he slumped across the console. Kicking his unconscious body off the controls she managed to gain control before the skiff nose dived into the road. She set the controls to autopilot and turned her attention to the other skiff.

Fastjack and Nymph continued on, they were under fire from the last skiff, and it was hard to keep control of the bikes. Fastjack ditched the AR interface and went back to full manual control.

The explosion of Tanks device could be felt even from here, and Fastjack cursed. The mother funting ass frakking son of a smegging whore had done it again. Fastjack didn't have anymore time to ponder the implications though as the sound of thrusters filled his ears, five hundred metres down the road the Kushan Freighter had opened its doors to get them inside. Fastjack didn't waste the opportunity. He accelerated hard again and manoeuvred the bike into the cargo hold, Nymph did the same, Fastjack waited for the Silverfire but after 10 seconds he decided he could wait no longer, pushing the door control he told the pilot to get them out of here.

As the door closed Fastjack heard the sound of something impacting against it, just as it was finishing its action Silverfire came sliding down the ramp and landed badly on the holds floor.

"Ouch!" This seemed to Fastjack to be enough of an epithet. He helped her to her feet and carried her across to the bench seating.

"Folks this going to get rough, gotta clear that docking ring before they figure out I'm carrying you or were all screwed."

Fastjack sat down with Silverfire who hugged him.

"Why? Why did he have to do that?"

Fastjack swore in his mind, every time the frakker did this it hurt Silverfire, every time it killed a little bit more of her. It was different for the three on board the transport they'd been born talented and modified to be better, but Fastjack doubted Tank had ever been human, just organs cloned and then placed in a metallic shell. They'd make a new one, they had done so far. Each time though he'd find a way to die. Find a way to hurt Silverfire more, and Fastjack hated him for it.

"Were clear; I'm setting a course for home."

Fastjack sighed, he didn't know who theyd get to ferry this info to Greerson and he didn't care, all he wanted was a long shower and a good nights sleep.

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Saint Del is considered a holy healer of diseases of children, but also as a protector of cattle.