Earth...it had once been a great place. People were kind, people were innocent. Fights happened but it wasn't more then a third of the world. Now in the year 2030 violence was rampant. None of the things promised in sci-fi novels existed, no internal peace. Only hate and suffering. Come to think about it no major advancements in technology had come since the millennium. Well except for advanced space travel.
On Earth states no longer existed. They were now broken into sectors or unknowns. Sectors were mostly slums and where there wasn't violence. Unknowns was where most fighting would be. It was called a unknown because gangs that owned the land would name it something then get beaten. This story takes place in Sector 4 which consisted of Arizona, New Mexico, Colorado, and Utah.
Black combat boots gently walked across the sand covered grown. A man standing about 6'4" with dark blue eyes and spiked blond hair slowly made his way into a old run down bar. The man was decked in all black. Black trench coat, skin tight black T-shirt, slightly baggy black pants, and black combat boots. He stepped into the bar. He glanced to the tender a middle aged and chubby man and offered the man a bow of his head. Our hero Dret Falconis or the man decked in black made his way to the bar counter and sat slowly on the stool. Today was going to be a usual day with him just sitting around until a job was purposed. Or would it be?
Outside of the run down bar the was a sudden crash. Dret leapt to his feet and fell into a mad sprint for the door. The other patrons would jump and dodge behind the bar and tables in hope of avoiding any danger that might follow. He'd burst through the door into the scorching sun and there is saw it. A small space craft had crashed. Smoke was billowing from the back and fire flickering at its sides,
Not the kindest person in the world Dret Falconis still wouldn't let someone die when he could stop it. He dashed for the space craft. First he attempted to open it and it was locked. He knew he had to act fast. But windshields of spacecraft could withstand most anything...except a shot from a bullet. Bullet proof windshields were for some reason outlawed. Dret pulled free a .40 caliber S&W pistol. He quickly unloaded a round sideways through the window shattering it. He slowly approached the now broken window and what was inside took him by surprise.
A young woman. She was a beautiful sight. She seemed to stand about 5'4 and way no more then 120lbs. She had blond hair with the tips dyed red. She had orange eyes which was odd had to be contacts. She wore a trench coat with the sleeves cut off and gloves that covered her whole forearm. Under that trench coat she wore a black T-shirt that covered subtle mounds and short black shorts, and knee high black platform boots. Dret was taken back not knowing many female pilots that looked...well.. that looked that good. But the searing heat of the flames brought him back to the present. He quickly grabbed her unconscious form from the spacecraft and ran back into the bar.
He placed her form on the bar counter. His hands gently touched at her neck, he felt a pulse and her chest began to slowly move up and down. This brought a smile to his thin lips. He collapsed into a chair to his left as the patrons of the bar stood and clapped for him.
"Good job lad." the bartender said as he offered him a glass of water.
"Just doing what's right...." Dret replied. His voice was very low and monotone as would anyone else's that were considered a "Soulless" or what would've been called Mercenaries back 25 more years ago.
That slender form of a girl on the bar top began to stir. Dret immediately go to his feet and looked at her. His dark blue eyes were looking directly into hers as she opened them. That young smiling face would be the first thing she saw. There was an acquired silence between the two of them as they just gazed into each others eyes. Suddenly Dret looked away with a slight frown on his face.
"You OK?" Dret's voice slightly shaky but not so noticeable.
"I'm fine thanks" The girls voice was beautiful, sounded like a gentle stream passing over rocks.
"Well..next time..learn to fly.."
"Well excuse me, its an old ship and the systems crashed, it wasn't a human error mister."
"Yea yea whatever.....just watch yourself next time..you could of died out there..."
"Well I'm grateful you saved me....thanks..um what's your name?"
"Dret Falconis......and who might you be?"
" You can call me Karinka."
"Yea...whatever"
On Earth states no longer existed. They were now broken into sectors or unknowns. Sectors were mostly slums and where there wasn't violence. Unknowns was where most fighting would be. It was called a unknown because gangs that owned the land would name it something then get beaten. This story takes place in Sector 4 which consisted of Arizona, New Mexico, Colorado, and Utah.
Black combat boots gently walked across the sand covered grown. A man standing about 6'4" with dark blue eyes and spiked blond hair slowly made his way into a old run down bar. The man was decked in all black. Black trench coat, skin tight black T-shirt, slightly baggy black pants, and black combat boots. He stepped into the bar. He glanced to the tender a middle aged and chubby man and offered the man a bow of his head. Our hero Dret Falconis or the man decked in black made his way to the bar counter and sat slowly on the stool. Today was going to be a usual day with him just sitting around until a job was purposed. Or would it be?
Outside of the run down bar the was a sudden crash. Dret leapt to his feet and fell into a mad sprint for the door. The other patrons would jump and dodge behind the bar and tables in hope of avoiding any danger that might follow. He'd burst through the door into the scorching sun and there is saw it. A small space craft had crashed. Smoke was billowing from the back and fire flickering at its sides,
Not the kindest person in the world Dret Falconis still wouldn't let someone die when he could stop it. He dashed for the space craft. First he attempted to open it and it was locked. He knew he had to act fast. But windshields of spacecraft could withstand most anything...except a shot from a bullet. Bullet proof windshields were for some reason outlawed. Dret pulled free a .40 caliber S&W pistol. He quickly unloaded a round sideways through the window shattering it. He slowly approached the now broken window and what was inside took him by surprise.
A young woman. She was a beautiful sight. She seemed to stand about 5'4 and way no more then 120lbs. She had blond hair with the tips dyed red. She had orange eyes which was odd had to be contacts. She wore a trench coat with the sleeves cut off and gloves that covered her whole forearm. Under that trench coat she wore a black T-shirt that covered subtle mounds and short black shorts, and knee high black platform boots. Dret was taken back not knowing many female pilots that looked...well.. that looked that good. But the searing heat of the flames brought him back to the present. He quickly grabbed her unconscious form from the spacecraft and ran back into the bar.
He placed her form on the bar counter. His hands gently touched at her neck, he felt a pulse and her chest began to slowly move up and down. This brought a smile to his thin lips. He collapsed into a chair to his left as the patrons of the bar stood and clapped for him.
"Good job lad." the bartender said as he offered him a glass of water.
"Just doing what's right...." Dret replied. His voice was very low and monotone as would anyone else's that were considered a "Soulless" or what would've been called Mercenaries back 25 more years ago.
That slender form of a girl on the bar top began to stir. Dret immediately go to his feet and looked at her. His dark blue eyes were looking directly into hers as she opened them. That young smiling face would be the first thing she saw. There was an acquired silence between the two of them as they just gazed into each others eyes. Suddenly Dret looked away with a slight frown on his face.
"You OK?" Dret's voice slightly shaky but not so noticeable.
"I'm fine thanks" The girls voice was beautiful, sounded like a gentle stream passing over rocks.
"Well..next time..learn to fly.."
"Well excuse me, its an old ship and the systems crashed, it wasn't a human error mister."
"Yea yea whatever.....just watch yourself next time..you could of died out there..."
"Well I'm grateful you saved me....thanks..um what's your name?"
"Dret Falconis......and who might you be?"
" You can call me Karinka."
"Yea...whatever"