Chapter 1: Botched escape
The two ships silently raced through the abyss, one intent on destroying the other.
The larger ship was on the offensive, giving chase and blasting at the smaller, fleeing ship whenever the opportunity arose. The smaller ship on the other hand, was more focused on evading the shots as it tried to escape almost certain death. The pilot of the smaller vessel was losing his concentration to pure panic, the only sounds being his own breathing and the ship's recoil whenever the larger ship landed a hit.
A shot landed on the smaller ship, shaking the pilot's attention back to the matter at hand. He couldn't afford to slip up, not now. Another shot was fired, but this time the pilot had regained focus and saw it coming in the ship's system. Lurching the whole vessel out of the way, the weary pilot knew he could not keep this up much longer. In minutes, the Assassin would gun him down, and all his efforts and sacrifices would be in vain. He refused to allow that to happen...
The pilot immediately activated the vessel's map, praying that the Black Warrior did not wish for his immediate company. Searching for any planet in the galaxy he could hide on.
'Ksgarei? No, I'd freeze in minutes.'
'Igrescel? Not possible, I'd never be able to get out alive' if the weather didn't kill him he'd waste away to starvation as there'd be no way to repair the already damaged vessel.
"Kor? Too far away." The pilot was beginning to panic again, he couldn't die now. The ship's computer pulled up one planet that he recognised all too well. Earth...
The pilot pondered the decision, he and earth had some complicated history. Plus it was one of the most popular locations for the honour-bounds when it came to hunting. Not to mention the oomans were often no better than the very monsters he was trying to destroy. Another shot rocked the ship, one or two more hits and his corpse would litter the vacuum of space never to be seen again.
Seeing no other alternative, he punched the coordinates in for earth, being extremely careful to pay attention to the attacking ship. A bright burst of light shot out from the front of the smaller vessel, opening the wormhole that led to what was either his salvation or his tomb. The planet was much colder than his kind's homeworld or game preserve planet, which made sense as the entire solar system only had one sun. Though despite this the planet's different environments had such variety in just about anything. Temperature, humidity, flora, fauna and even weather. Say what you will the planet itself was beautiful.
A killing blow struck one of the smaller vessel's engines, the momentum and the vacuum just barely pushing the now crashing ship through the wormhole before it closed. He was safe from the assassin for now, but as the oomans liked to say. Out of the frying pan, into the fire.
A crash landing was inevitable and so there was only one to do. The pilot quickly got programmed the ship to jettison the cargo should the self destruct be initiated or something tries to pry it open without the proper codes. Then he took ejected the Kujhad from the ship's main computer, shutting down most of the system's non essential functions. Before inserting the Kujhad into his wrist gauntlet. The information he had stolen from his clan presented itself briefly in the view of his Bio-mask, a bittersweet victory. The pilot stepped out of his chair and made his way over to the escape pod, careful not to fall as the ship entered the atmosphere and produced a warmth he was more accustomed to. He made it over and entered the small compartment ready for descent. The Pilot took one last moment to gaze at his ship, including the extremely important cargo that was the purpose for this whole mission.
"don't worry old friend, I'll be back for you." The pilot said in a melancholy tone in his native tongue before closing the hatch. "I promise..."
"I see you ya son of a bitch." He smiled as he viewed his target from the scope of his sniper.
Quinn McKenna was hired for a mission to save a group of hostages from a drug cartel, normally the CIA would leave this to the FBI or local police. But apparently one of hostages had information they wanted, he didn't know what but he didn't really care. He was here for two reasons.
"You got eyes on em?" A voice called over the radio. It was Dupree, one of McKenna's closest friends and allies
"Yeah, but I can't get a clear shot." McKenna responded, careful not to alert the trigger happy gunmen supervising the hostages.
"Twenty bucks says I can get a shot before you can." Another voice called over the radio, this voice belonged to Hanes. The third member of the three red dots, a group name they were given in the military for their skill with almost any long range weapon.
McKenna cracked a smile. "You guys really making bets on who can pop this guy's head first."
"What's the matter McKenna? Scared you gonna lose?" Hanes laughed.
"cmon quit McKenna, you really gonna let me take twenty whole bucks from you?" Dupree joined in on the banter, holding back loud laughter the entire time.
McKenna's smile shifted into a mischievous smirk. "Oh it is on motherfuckers, hey whoever gets that last guy gets an extra ten bucks."
the three men's collective attentions were shifted to the scene on the road below. Four armed gunmen surrounded the group of hostages, three were easily visible while the fourth was partially protected from the three snipers by the dense forest that hid them too. Nailing him would mean another ten dollars in the lucky winner's pocket. The fifth man, the leader was walking in between the group of hostages angrily ranting about something in a language none of them understood. Then again, it's not like any of them cared about what he had to say. He was just a paycheque and a twenty dollar bonus to whoever shut him up first. The only reason they hadn't already was because they had to be careful. Each of the hostages had bags over their heads so it was hard to tell much of anything about them, so if they accidentally miss the ranting scumbag and hit the wrong person, there goes their money and quite possibly their lives.
"Alright once this walking Ted talk is dead everyone's gonna start panicking so we need to take the other four out quick, got it?" McKenna relayed to his friends.
"Copy that." Hanes responded.
"just another day at the office." Dupree chuckled.
The leader had begun walking to the centre of the group, still ranting about who knows what. McKenna lined up the scope to his head, took a deep breath and...
a loud resounding gunshot echoed through the forest blowing the brains out of the once ranting leader. The four gunmen and the hostages were all sent into a panic, two of the gunmen now distracted with trying to keep the hostages where they were. The two remaining gunmen were frantically searching the surrounding forest looking for the camouflaged snipers. The second shot went off as expected, swiftly killing one of the two searching gunmen and further scaring the already frightened hostages.
The third sound was not what anyone expected...
The earsplitting sound of metal crashing into metal thundered through the area, accompanied by the bright light of sparks as they fell to the ground. The snipers and the gunmen all looked up at what caused the sudden clamour. A large car sized machine crashed through the pylon above, severing the wires and sending a shower of sparks into the crowd below. That was the straw that broke the camel's back and the hostages all scattered, running wildly in any direction to get away or die trying out of sheer fright, some not even taking the bags off their heads until they crashed into a tree or tripped over a rock. All while the gunmen were too distracted by the ufo to do anything but fall to the floor and protect their faces from the sparks.
The strange machine was still spiralling out of control, heading towards the deep maze of the jungle before finally hitting the ground a short distance away with a cacophony of snaps, cracks and crashes as it barrelled through the trees. The surviving gunmen came to their senses, realised what they had just witnessed, and decided to follow the example of their former captives.
Author's note: please keep in mind this is the first thing I've ever written and it's only a first draft. Also I know there isn't much difference from the original movie but trust me I have some big changes planned. Especially when it comes to Fugitive and the McKenna family.