Chapter 1: It starts...
Streaking out of the darkness, the small, one man fighter cut through the darkness of space. However, its pilot was currently asleep at the wheel, so to speak, the computer having been set on auto-pilot some time ago. The aforementioned pilot was actually having an interesting dream, concerning an award and the largest stack of food ever seen in its parts, but that's not important.
A few minutes later, the onboard computer starting beeping loudly, and the occupant woke with a start, complaining in its own language.
"What!? What's going on…?" It stated sleepily. The computer flashed and spoke. "Warning. Approaching planet." The figure raised an eyebrow, than sighed, figuring that with its current luck, it should've come as no surprise to arrive so early as so not to get any shut-eye. It woke itself up, than pulled up a data link on the computer to refresh its memory on why it was here in the first place.
It concernedly looked over the file. This planet, Earth as they called it, had only been discovered recently, and the spies sent over couldn't get much info on it without spotted. They did manage to get some info saying that this planet had a few civil wars on it, but most wanted peace, therefore they classified it as semi-hostile, but they still had to be careful.
That, however, wasn't the reason it was worried. Rumors had started to circulate on their home planet that a spy had reported that in a small area of the planet, there were genetically enhanced superwarriors that were stronger and fiercer than any creature in the known universe. The fact that they were supposedly improved far beyond normal beings on that planet made the locals nervous, should this Earth attempt to take over other planet, they would be highly difficult, if not impossible, to stop.
So, the Intergalactic Space Alliance, or ISA, had decided to dispatch one sole trooper to go to this planet, and discover whether the rumors were true or not by infiltrating the planet, and spying near the supposed area where the superwarriors were said to be. If the rumors were true, it was to report back immediately and tell of its findings.
Of course, they also knew that due to the satellites, which they had incidentally labeled as "crude yet effective", that it would be difficult to get in the atmosphere, let alone onto the planet. They had solved that problem by concluding that someone would have to go in during a meteor shower, which was when they found the satellites were least effective, and sometimes out of commission all together.
For this stunt, however, they would need someone daring, bold, and with flight skills far beyond a normal pilot.
"So they chose me," the pilot thought. As it looked up, it saw that the shower had started.
The figure smirked to itself, and gripped the y-shaped steering stick.
"Let's do this!" It said to itself, and began to swerve in and out of the falling asteroids.