I will, of course, Begin by saying that I do not own the Outlaw Star name or any of its settings and characters. I do however claim ownership to the main character, Scythe Hecaton Drexx, though not in a legal sense. So unapproved use of him won't incur legal punishment, but I might kick you in the face.
Let me just say, this is my first story I ever wrote…. Ever, so keep that in mind when you're reading and provide me with constructive criticism. It's gonna be pretty graphic though; mostly violence, alcohol, and foul language. The story will start in media res, and the main character and his past will reveal themselves as the story continues. Also, there will be no omniscient narration, so you will only know what the main character knows, and everything is through his point of view.
Dammit, I hoped to see a beautiful woman performing tonight, but I have to put up with a Ctarl working the pole…. tough break. Oh well, I'll get a drink at the bar and hope the next performer doesn't have any ears. I took a seat near the middle of the bar, and got the barkeepers attention. It was a female Sylgrian, and even though they could be bit "clingy" to humans, I didn't really care.
"Yo, just give me something strong enough to give an elephant a hangover."
"How old are you, cutie?" the Sylgrian inquired.
"Why does it matter? There's no drinking age on Aexs 6." I snapped back at her," And I'm not 'cute', I'm handsome."
"I was just thinking that you looked a bit young to make an order like that, 'handsome'. You had a rough day?" She calmly replied.
Ahh, she's just trying to be a good barkeep, I might as well amuse her…
"Day? A decade would be more accurate. I just can't get a break… I'm 16, to answer your first question. Now, can I get that drink?" I said this much nicer than my first response.
"Maybe you can catch a break tonight, that Ctart-Ctarl performing has been eyeing you since you came in here. She's a friend of mine, ya know, I could make a 'meeting' between you two happen." The keeper stated as she set down a bottle and a shot glass in front of me and poured the first round.
Hmph, like I'd ever have sex with a Ctarl.
"Not interested, I'd need more than just this bottle before --- I would even consider sleeping with that animal. Besides, I'm probably too much --- of a man for her anyways." I said between downing the shots as fast as she could pour them.
A large man sitting down at the end of the bar decided that he was gonna act like a child and whine for attention, as he shouted,"HEY, your spending too much time coddling that damn kid over there you stupid bitch, I'm a hell of a lot more important than that brat."
Pathetic. He's only piping up now since that Ctarl finished and he needs something to do before the next performer comes out. Shit, another one is coming out to perform. Why is it so hard to find sexy human girls to take off their clothes for me. Well, whaddaya know, looks like that punk decided to grow some balls and is heading over here. I bet he thinks he's gonna teach me a lesson, well, he's got another thing coming. He has no idea what he's fucking with.
The man continued to ramble on as he stood behind me," C'mon, look at this pathetic kid in his shitty cloak. He can't even afford decent clothes, let alone a drink. Why don't you focus on a real man?"
"A real man wouldn't whine like a child, you're obviously just desperate for attention, pathetic asshole." I said, taunting him, and as soon as I did I felt a gun barrel pressing against the back of my head.
"Who the FUCK are YOU calling a child, you Godda---", were the last words that man ever spoke. A gunshot ripped out in the club, but nobody even moved, except for the man who was previously shouting, as he fell to the ground in a lifeless mass. The bullet left the gun from under my cloak and entered the man's skull under his chin and left his head in the upper rear portion of his skull.
After the body had been cleared and the blood cleaned up, the Ctarl that had been performing when I arrived came up and placed her arm around me shoulder.
"That was pretty smooth kid, I think that deserves a private show, free of charge, and with some extra benefits. So, what do you say to that offer?"
I threw her to the ground and shouted, "Get the fuck off me!"
She quickly stood up and gave a little huff, "What's the matter? You got some grudge against sexy women?"
I paused for a second and then replied," No, I got some grudge against Ctarls, now piss off."
I paid the Sylgrian and gave her a nice tip to compensate for the body, and left as soon as I could; I didn't want to stick around in the unlikely event that the cops decided to show up and start poking around.
Damn, tonight was supposed to be a relaxing retreat from the normal shit I put up with every day…. Man, I just can't get a break. If it wasn't for bad luck, I wouldn't have any luck at all. Plus there's that man I murdered, I wasn't even in a life threatening situation, I could have just left and be done with it. I don't want to kill anyone without a good reason, not any more. On top of all that, there was the confrontation with the Ctarl… I probably shouldn't have thrown her down like that. She wasn't even that bad looking, I just get so angry when I'm around Ctarl, and I can't help myself. Oh well…
The club is out in the middle of nowhere, and the only road to it is narrow and unpaved. I live about 5km away from the club, so I just walk there about once a week. I own a car, but it's a piece of shit and I only use it to get to work and back, since that's all I really do. I run a private protection company, and I will guard anything from your cat to your most precious jewels. Aexs 6 is a pretty unpopulated planet, small too, and was terraformed relatively recently. I live in the outskirts of a city called Barren, and named rightly so, because there wasn't much out here. That attracts a lot of criminals, because the government doesn't have the funds to maintain an effective police force, which creates a very unique situation. Because of incidents like tonight (when I killed a man for very little reason), I'm actually a wanted man with a bounty on my head. But since I run a protection company (which causes even more situations like tonight, adding fuel to the fire) they police see me as more of a help than a hindrance, so they look the other way in my case… most of the time.
…hmmm someone's following me…
That thought was confirmed, as a trio of Kei pirates made their presence known and blocked the road ahead of me.
"A three man group sent to kill me? Fucking insulting, I would expect at least 7. Well, I'll even the odds, and I promise not to use my gun to finish you off"
Even as I spoke, one of the pirates charged me, and I used his momentum against him, as I landed a solid kick to his chest, knocking the wind out of him and probably breaking a couple of ribs. The other two wised up, and charged me simultaneously, as I made a battle line towards them as well, stepping on the first pirate's neck on the way and finishing him off. I grabbed one pirate by his arm and threw him to the ground, while still keeping my grip, and cut the throat of the other with a knife I kept on the back of my belt. I finally finished off the final pirate by running the blade through the back of his head, and the blade reached all the way through and stuck out the front. I removed the blade and made a violent slash in the air, to sling the blood off the blade and clean it, and placed it back in the sheath.
Great, now I get attacked by pirates, again. WHY CAN'T I JUST CATCH A SINGLE BREAK. At least the attacks are becoming less frequent and less intense. But I haven't determined if the pirates are losing interest or if it just a feint. Well, that was fun, but now I'll never get to sleep with the adrenaline pumping through me, I've gotta find something to do till I can get some rest. I guess that I should head into the city once I get home. Looks like I actually have enough time to still have a relaxing evening…
Well… that's as far as I'm gonna go for now, if I hear back from you all on any improvements I can make, I'll start writing more and longer installments.