Title: Guns, Sex and Space Fighter's
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Summery: AU It's the year 3846. Earth is a wasted dump and humans now live in space colonies scattered around the universe. Butler is a warrior turned Bounty Hunter. Artemis is a murderer with a price on his head. OOC and Slash among other things RR
Authoress Note: Well now... sorry for the crappy title... I might think of something better later on... there needs to be more Butler and Arty fics, I wish we could get the point across... this idea came to me just then :) I wanted to write another B/A fic and I hope you will all like this one!
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Intro
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Domovoi Butler growled quietly as he gazed out of the window on his cruiser. Life seemed to hate him. He was single, poor and had no sex life. And on top of that he was a 25 year old Bounty Hunter chasing a wanna be terrorist half way across the galaxy. He didn't need this. He didn't need to run around after a loony with a harmless expired plasma bomb, who threatened to blow up the known universe with it. What he needed was a beer and some pretty girl or boy to spend time with, in his bed.
"I hate my life" He mumbled, banging his head on the control panel in front of him.
The terrorist's ship was up head. The guy, although stupid, could be quite dangerous if he got his hands on a REAL bomb, so Butler had been sent out to stop him. The guy had a large price on his head, and it was quite easy to bring him in. Because Butler didn't have to worry about a small problem called "accidentally killing you're subject" because the wanted notice had said "Dead or Alive" so the well built hunter could blow up the ship in front of him and not have to worry about being yelled at by the General. All he had to do was make sure that the guy was dead and he would be able to collect his fee.
Which was exactly what he was going to do. Really, he didn't know why he didn't think of this earlier. Butler had spent the last five hours chasing this guy when he could've just shot him and brought the body back to HQ. It was much easier to shoot someone then try and calm them down or knock them out. Butler hadn't brought his stunner with him, seeing as though it was in the shop and had relied on his fists to subdue the wanker he was trying to capture. But this guy was quite quick, and had ducked out of the way of every one of Domovoi's attempts at punching his face in. But now. Now the guy was in a small clunker of a ship and Butler had two very power full plasma cannon's on his state of the art cruiser. All he had to do was target the guy, push the button and BOOM, bye bye terrorist.
Butler wrapped one large hand around the firering stick and leveled up the ship with his targeting system. The screen to his right started beeping, a small green silhouette of the terrorist's ship blinking quickly in the middle of a few green circle's. He was about to push the button that caused the cannon's to fire when his inter com sparked into life and a high pitched, squeal of a voice screeched through the speaker.
"YOU'LL NEVER GET ME YOU WEENER! I AM ONE OF THE--" Butler rolled his eyes and pushed the button, the voice cutting off abruptly as the ship in front of him blew up as a few well aimed shots of blue plasma hit the back of the cruiser.
After the dust settled Butler checked for life sign's and seeing none, blew up the debris for good measure.
"There, done" He said, pretending to dust his hand off. "Now to get my fee"
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"I don't see why you have to kill them all the time" Said the General, Julius Root was his name. He was an unpleasant little fellow with a very fowl temper. Always smoking and barking order's to anyone who passed. But he was good at his job and an old friend of Butler's father.
Butler shrugged. In a small compressed container in his right gloved hand was the terrorists head, one thing that had "survived" the explosion, so to speak. Root didn't want to see the head, so he took Butler's word that he had taken care of the psyco.
"You said dead or alive, and it's sometimes easier to kill them" He stated matter-of-factly.
Root nodded absently, a cigar held firmly between his clenched teeth.
"I shee, well I have anosher ashiment for you" He said around cigar. Picking up a small cream cylinder and handed it to the hunter. Who took it with a slight grimace and stared at the General blankly.
"What about my pay? I want that first" He said, holding out a plastic card.
Root took the card and shoved it into a slot on his desk. After a few moment's, a little light next to the slot flicked green and the slot itself made a small beeeep. Root took the card out and handed it back to Butler who smiled and put it in his wallet.
"It's all there, all 250 0000 setie" He said, taking the cigar out of his mouth. "Now, about you're next assignment"
Butler took this as his cue to open the cylinder he still held in his hand. The small metal roll, split in half and opened up like some futuristic scroll. But it wasn't paper that was unraveled, it was a hollo-screen and on it was a picture of a pretty boy, by the age of about 16.
"That" Started Root "Is Artemis Fowl the Second, he's a mas murderer from the dillia system, 16, genius not to be messed with. The kids finds things of large value and if the person owning the item doesn't hand it over, he kills them, sometimes he kills them anyway, if he doesn't like their attitude"
Butler looked back at the picture. Artemis had seme long black hair, that fell over his smooth face in a sort of delicate way, slender face covered in pale china doll skin and large bright blue eyes. Since it was a profile picture, Butler couldn't see the boys body or clothes, but he could tell from the high black collar that Artemis was wearing a coat. Everything about the boys face screamed grace and beauty. But from year's of training with the army, Butler could tell there was something much darker behind those wide set seemingly innocent blue eyes. Something, much, darker.
"I want you to go find him and bring him here, he's too valuable to be killed just yet, the high council say he holds some very important information in that pretty head of his, and they want to find out what" Root said, snapping Butler out of his daze. The hunter looked up at him and nodded.
"Fowl is said to be somewhere in connier system, go find him and bring him back here, oh and Butler" Root said, as the younger man was half way out the door. "Don't underestimate Fowl just because of his looks, he's a dangerous criminal who shouldn't be taken for granted"
Butler nodded once more and closed the door to Root's office, stopping just a few feet down the hall to look at Fowls picture again. No he wouldn't underestimate him, the kid didn't look like someone to be messed with.
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Well there we go! the intro is done! How do you like it so far? Want me to continue? Review thanks and tell me what you think!
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