Chapter 1: Survival
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They were everywhere. All around her. Fists and feet and cold metal weapons. She lashed out and heard the satisfying sound of a helmet collasping on the skull it had been protecting.
I don't risk a star bolt, it might give them enough light to hit me. She had trained for a moment like this, and every subtle shift of their feet on the floor, every rustle of clothing was a scream of their location.
She lashed out again and again under cover of darkness, but there was always another body to fill the space the last one had left.
Suddenly, behind her, a flare ignited and the room was filled with harsh red light.
"There she is!" "Grab her!" "Bring her down!" "Kill the troq!"
She opened her eyes. She had been right. They were all around her. How many? Fifty? a hundred? It didn't matter. She didn't expect to make it out of here alive. There's already light, so there's no reason not to make a little light of my own. Her eyes glowed with an inner light and she swept the room with the violet beams that shot from them.
Stars exploded behind her eyes as she felt something hit her from behind. She fell to the floor, catching herself on her hands more by reflex than by intent. Fighting to stay conscious, she kicked behind and up, burying her heel in the guards groin.
A foot caught her in the ribs and lifted her into the air. She spun, gaining control of her momentum and landing on her feet to face her newest attacker. It was a Gnurlian. He was big. Maybe three hundred units in weight. Had to be at least three meters high. The other guards circled them, and the battle for her life became an arena match.
He roared and came at her swinging. She ducked under the arm and threw two punches into his side before spinning away. He turned, a mountain of flesh and bone and fury, and the Gnurlian swung again, too low to duck. She jumped, using the massive arm like a gymnast, and flipped over his head. She landed and rolled, putting some space between her and her opponent. There's got to be a way out of here.
She looked around, seearching for an air duct, a crawlspace, anything. She was so preoccupied, she almost missed the next shot. The Gnurlian's fists came down, and she threw herself into the monster, inside his swing. She was about to knee him in the gut when his head crashed down on hers.
The world went black for a moment, and she found herself on the floor. She rolled out of the way of the foot that would have crushed her and stood, wiping blood from her eyes.
She touched the ring she wore on her left hand with her thumb, activating the sequencer. She held her hand straight and a dagger materialized in her waiting palm. wordlessly, she slipped the long-bladed dagger between the Gnurlian's ribs before he could turn around. His roar died in his throat. His momentum continued to spin him around and she was forced to back up before he fell on her.
Then she saw it. A fuel tank was placed against an exterior wall. That's my way out. Summoning a star bolt in one hand, she blasted the tank.
The noise was deafening. Some of the remaining troops were knocked to their feet. She bolted for the newly created exit, snatching up the satchel that held her prize. Wrapping the satchel's strap around her waist, she dashed for the sewer exit. All around her, laserfire attempted to cut her down. She threw herself into the hole, flipping in the confined space and landing on her feet. She sprinted into the darkness, already counting the entrances. fourteen more and I'm back at home.