Breaking the Spirit

[Heresy]

Timothy in his new hawk made a bee-line for the smog clouds in his home system of Leeds. He needed something to take his anger out on, and sure enough, some cocky molly’s showed up on his sensors.

“Aha! What do we ‘ave ‘ere?! A bit far out ain’t ya boyo!”

The molly shouted as his squadron of Bloodhounds made to engage Tim. Without hesitation, Tim engaged the hostiles. Despite his inexperience, he flew circles around the pirates, dousing them with plasma and covering himself at the same time.

“I ‘ave him in my sights.”

“God damn it man, shoot ‘im down!”

“Don’t worry, I’ll rip ‘im up good ‘n proper sah.”

The hawk jerked to the left as the manoeuvring thrusters sparked to life. The plasma beams scorched the hull as they flew past, but only cosmetic damage was done. After a while, one by one, the molly’s started to fall.

When they had all been mopped up, Tim returned to Leeds. A little patchwork on his ship had to be done, but he had great satisfaction in seeing the escape pods of the molly’s carted off by the BPA. Some of them had sullen faces; others were red with anger as they glared at Tim and banged furiously on the glass.

Tobias raised his eyebrow as he saw the boy pulling faces at the captured criminals.

“What a boy, jus’ like Trent…” He whispered to himself.

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