When I was little, my Mum used to tell me stories of our home planet, Earth-that was. Humans used its resources up, all of the land and the fruit. So we moved out, expanded into new galaxies and moons. We terra-formed and colonized hundreds of new earths; some, rich and flush with the new technologies; some, not so much. The central planets - them that formed the Alliance - decided all the planets had to join under their rule.

There was some disagreement on that point.

After the Unification War, many of the Independents who had fought and lost drifted to the edges of civilization. When my Dad came back from the war, the Alliance kept a close eye on us. My parents sent me away to an academy, a place where I could be safe from the Alliance's control, but what they didn't know was that they were sending me straight into the lion's den. They experimented with your, fiddled with your mind. I didn't stay long.

So now I'm off to find a ship, a good ship that doesn't ask too many questions. I guess you could say I'm running away from something. But, hey, from now on, I got one thing to say: I'll always be running.

"Maggie Riley, you are here by bound by law! Halt and put your hands in the air!" Alliance feds yelled as they busted into the bar. They spread out along the wall, Taser guns and dart pistols aimed at her. They wanted her alive. Maggie let out a deep sigh and pursed her lips. Sure, she wasn't old enough to be technically in the bar, but, hey, she had had a bad week. Irritated, she slowly stood up and put her hand in the air.

A young officer came up behind her and pulled her hands down, ready to cuff them. Maggie turned her head sideways and blew her brown hair out of her face, giving the officer a saucy look. "Hey, there a chance you could just let this one slide?" She said. Her voice was tainted with a soft Irish accent.

The fed only answered by closing the cuff roughly on her left wrist. A special part of her brain took over. She closed her eyes and let out a cool breath of air. Her lips rose into a devilish grin. She was no longer the person that was sitting in the bar. She was the now the person the Alliance were looking for. "I thought not, luv."

Her hand quickly grabbed the officer's wrist and twisted it around so his back was facing her. Her fist collided on the top of his head and the agent slumped to the ground. She quickly took the gun from this hostler and shot at the other officers. Six guards were out cold before they knew what hit them. Five officers remained.

She ducked under a table to avoid gun-fire. She fired shots at the guards, but aimed too high. Hands suddenly grabbed her from behind by her shoulders. She struggled as her body scraped across the floor. Her heavy army boots caught a footing and she pushed off with her feet. She flung herself upwards, flipped, and landed behind the man. She pressed her dart gun against his neck. A needle shot into the skin and he was soon unconscious.

Maggie kicked to her right, taking out another oncoming officer. She spun like a ballerina and hit a guy in the gut. Maggie was powerful, a man-made weapon. Her moves were graceful and perfect. No one in the Alliance could stop her. She turned and kneed another in the groin. He squealed and tumbled over in the fetal position. Maggie smirked. She grabbed his Taser and slammed it against the back of his skull.

The bar was silent. All the costumers had evacuated a long time ago. Shattered liquor bottled littered the floor. Maggie stepped over the unconscious bodies, limb after limb. She hoisted herself up and over the bar. A long rifle was sitting on a rack. She took the gun into her hands and cocked the weapon.

Distinctive and sharp, Maggie heard the scrapings of glass on the floor. A small whimper rang out in her ears. A guard was cradling a radio close to his face. Blood was seeping from a laser wound in his leg. His voice quivered as he talked into the walkie-talkie. "Sir, we need back-up! She took eleven soldiers out in fifteen minutes with no signs of stopping. She's a-"

Maggie pressed the gun to his head and pulled the trigger. A single bullet casing fell to the floor. The shot awoke Maggie from her trance. She blinked several times before she registered where she was. Her whole body began to shake. The rifle dropped out of her shivering fingers. "Oh, god what have I done?"

Author's Note: OK, so, that's chapter one. Comment below to tell me what you think about it, what I can change, etc. I have about 7 chapters finished and edited so I'll try to get those up as soon as possible.