"V, I was thinking about you being a stowaway, not this. I mean, you sure this is gonna work?" The rockerboy was leaning on a wall nearby while I tinkered with an alien tablet. I had pilfered it from an alien that was huge enough to put the animals to shame. I'm curious what the extra armor on the back was for, but it doesn't matter now. What matters is this piece of miracle right here.
This is my 6th attempt to create a mobile access unit, or M.A.U. for short. It was made to allow me to tinker with their tech. This sort of thing is easier said than done. I have to account for power, my cybernetics, plugging in, the heat, and so much more. I've been using the leftovers from the failures to help with this. If I get this right though, I should be able to do anything from rob banks with a thought to ships becoming my own with just a few minutes of focus. If it doesn't work, it will probably just give me another shock.
I hold it up in my hand. Where there was once a flat and simple screen there was now a tube that could be used in small tasks or big ones if given enough time. The main problem is that it's bulky, but the M.A.U. is to serve as a stepping stone to being able to hack their shit on my own. Now, time to test my little cylinder.
I plug myself into it, and I haven't felt it fry yet, so that's a good sign. Usually about now is when they'd burst into flames or send signals back through all at once. It's stable, now let's see if it'll play. I looked at one of those flying cars that had parked nearby. I focus my mind on it, with the doors on its opening. I strain my mind on it and the thing begins to fly upwards for a few seconds. I forced it to gently glide back downwards and for the doors on it to close.
It fucking works! Hell yeah! I mean, I didn't really expect it to function, but it actually does. Okay, so now that I know it'll work, I got everything packed. Clothes, extra ammo, enough cigarettes to last me until I develop lung cancer, and a bit of extra food and water. I've always wanted true freedom, and this is an opportunity that's fallen at my feet. You can bet your ass I'm taking it.
"V, answer my question. Are you sure about this?"
'This goes off right, and I'll be my own man. I was born ready.'
I slip out of my area and begin my move. That'll be difficult considering I only do loud and louder. Never have been anyone doing things quietly, somewhat of a miracle Arasaka didn't toss me out sooner. I know a bit of the layout here, so it's easy enough to make my way to an elevator, but I'm pretty sure it leads to wherever ships are since most who go through it don't come back. I enter but before I can do anything it begins to rise.
I was ready for anything, but the elevator rose to show nothing. I guess it just detected me and started going up. Lowering the gun, my attention drifts towards this spaceship I spot. It looks somewhat blocky and slightly smaller than I expected. Granted, I'm on an alien space station that's a city, so there's probably a lot more I don't know. Don't see any guards, so I might be able to unhook it from those magnets on and get out of here in enough time.
I walk over and quietly as I can, where someone leaves the ship and leans over the railings. His face looks like God decided to use the ass of an octopus for a model. Doesn't matter anyhow, the main problem is that he could alert guards. I walk up behind him and pistol whip the side of his head. The poor bastard now at least doesn't have to worry about his face anymore since he fell right over the railings to his untimely death. Wouldn't be the first innocent I've killed, though it is the first time I did it intentionally.
I pull my pistol and hack the door to open. When it does, I walk into what appears to be an airlock. My suspicions are proven correct when the door behind me closes and begin to fit the atmosphere in here to the ship, I guess. When I can finally enter the ship, I see another octo-face fucker look up at me, though a bullet right through his head quickly.
I sprint through and turn left. Two bastards that need to go down. They try to ready their folded guns, but Johnny's old iron makes the gonks enter a permanent sleep. One of them grabs me by the neck and tries to flatline me with a choke. I headbutt whoever's behind me and kneed the bastard in the jaw. I can see some more approach with weapons ready, so I sprint for cover.
I hide behind some cover while they fire what looks like plasma. I can already tell their guns might be a bit more dangerous than a bullet wound. My eyes spot a pilot getting out of his seat, which gives me cause to spill his brains out on the window. I'm surrounded by both sides, so I charge over to where I didn't come from.
Another squid face is right there, and too close for comfort. My left-hand hit him where the heart should be for humans, with the Malorian putting a bullet through his knee. The guttural scream from him made me consider mercy for a moment, but these bastards are squatting on my ship. I used the tendon in my right leg for a kick that splattered his head against the wall.
The last two ran at me from the same direction, though I was ready. I Forced through a short circuit on one of them, with him immediately screaming from pain. The Malorian responds to me pulling the trigger with a click, which means I haven't reloaded since Mikoshi. I toss it on the ground and run up to them. I pull his hand over my back and snap it on my shoulder. The bastard then gets tossed onto his buddy and receives one last charged punch through his armor and into his chest.
I grab the Malorian and reload while checking the person who I just tossed a body onto. He's alive but unconscious. I tie him and the other bastard up with torn clothing from the other bastards as ransom and so they don't try anything. I walk through my ship to clear it, but the noticeable smell of feces catches my attention. I approach the smell and my arms slack with my eyes widening.
A few dozen aliens in a small cell, with barely anything to pass around. They all look beaten, half-starved, and thirsty. One of them, the blue alien, looks up at me. There's fear in her eyes, and she probably thinks I'm just a hallucination. All of them share her look, from what I can tell. I've seen many things in my life, but this? This is just sick.
"My god." I hear Johny speak, him being as much shock as I am. "Get them out of there, V. They deserve better than this.
I rip open the door and quietly begin to help them up. I try to have a comforting smile, to say everything's gonna be okay, but I can't. I know this will haunt them for the rest of their days, that they won't forget this. Hopefully, they can lean on each other for support. Some of them try to talk to me, but I don't respond. It's better that way. Better they think of me as a savior than someone more than willing to kill innocents for a ship. I'm not a good person, just lucky.
I don't point, or shout. Just gently guide them to the exit. I'm pretty sure the aliens understand I'm not in the mood to talk. I toss the alive four-eyed bastards out there with them so that they can face justice. After getting them to the exit, I close the door on them. I sigh and look towards the 7 that refused to move.
I tried to bring them out there with them, but they stood their ground. I didn't have a single idea what to do with them, so I gave a salute to them. The response I received was a salute back from the aliens. If this is how you get a crew, I'm not going to complain. More hands to the ship.
I walk over to the pilot's area, using the armor of that bastard to clean the blood. One of them, one of the aliens in a suit, sits in his seat. They begin to press some buttons which causes the magnets to release from the ship and begin to guide it towards another massive structure. I sighed while sitting in a nearby seat, gently drifting off to sleep.
(A/N) I wrote this in one day, so I do apologize if it's bad.
