Welcome to INN. In today's news, the intergalactic mercenary known as the Shadow remains at large. In our most recent interview with the police we have found out that they have an understanding of where she may be and are planning to apprehend her. In other news Chancellor Xorborp, who is up for reelection, will most likely be going against, popular newcomer Clair Stear. Finally, There's still no word of the 3rds Imperial Space Fleet and there is a lot of speculation on what happened. We’ll be hearing from the man that planned their mission after the break so stay tuned for that. I'm Manderson Hooper and your watching INN.
Planet C-6372
Humans make many decisions over the course of their lives. Some are life changing while others will never affect you. Every decision has an outcome and those outcomes lead you to make new decisions. Captain Leera Stova, ex-fleet admiral of the 3rd Imperial Space Fleet, was currently waking up to the culmination of her many bad decisions over the course of the last few months. She arose slowly, her head pounding, vision starting to focus on her surroundings.
She found herself laying in a worn out cot in a hot, musty room, an empty bottle laying next to her bed and nearly full one on the nightstand. The sound of rain hitting the window seemed to be the only thing breaking the silence
She quickly reach for it, and proceeded to down half the bottle. She closed her eyes and wondered how much she drank last night. Almost as if to answer her question a chipper voice rang out.
“ Alot. Also put on some clothes, you have guests.”
“Oh shut up and get on already.”
“Fine, fine.”
A familiar feeling of warmth washed over her as a strange black liquid coated her. It hugged every voluptuous curve and formed what seemed to be chitinous plates, protruding from the dark liquid. As it spread to her face it formed an smooth black mask, her blue barely visible. A tail grew out of her back, its tip sharpened like a blade. She grabbed her sixshooter from under her pillow. As she got out of bed she slipped on a black leather jacket that was hung on a nearby chair.
She closed her eyes and surveyed the surrounding, using the vibrations of the air to give her an idea of how many opponents she was about to face.
“10 seems like they are taking us lightly.”
“They probably have more outside.”
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She aims her gun at a wall next to the door and fired a burst of plasma as a the squelching sound of a head exploding came from the hallway, the angry screams of police coming through the burning hole on the wall.
“Go,go,go!”
Three men burst through the door, breaking it off the hinges. She threw the bottle at them and and turned to run for the window the officers starting to shoot at her.
“Take over my hand Abbadon”
“With pleasure.”
As she crashed through the window her arm seemingly broke almost as if to make a perfect “L” as she shot a burst of plasma at the bottle. As the bottle shattered, the alcohol ignited, the explosion of fire, electricity and glass hitting the men who entered the room.
“Fuck, you didn't have to break it.”
“I LOVE BREAKING THINGS!”
As she landed from her two story jump, she stood up, slowly looking at the guards approaching her. Others were hiding behind the semicircle of floating cars surrounding her.
“17 targets. eight exposed necks, seven possible to disarm. Last two are easy enough for you to deal with.”
“Get on the ground put your hands behind your back!” one of the officers screamed out.
“Do it. And please fix my arm.” Leera said in a low voice. Out of the inky blackness of her form, fifteen chitinous blades shot out lodging themselves into the people surrounding her. The gurgling of blood filling the air, mixed with the screams of those that had lost their hands.
Leera ran at one of the cars the sound of her bones snapping back together as her arm straightened out. As she ran by the cars the two remaining officers turned to start shooting, she reached into her jacket and grabbed a and tossed it into the multitude of cars.
As Leera turned into an allee she saw as light show of cars exploding behind her as the crashed into each other as they collided due to the miniature gravity well emanating from the gravnade.
“Aww, is the fun over.”
“Yes and lets hope it stays over.”
As they walked through the alleys Leera grabbed a tattered up shirt and pulled it on. The shirt was black with a skull that seemed to be spray painted on,leaving her midriff exposed.
“Abaddon, can you cover me?”
“Say please.”
“Please.”
“Please, what?”
Leera let out a sigh of exasperation.
“Abaddon, can you cover me, please.”
“Of course Leera, anything for you”
The black liquid receded from her body flowing down her body. Her tail receded back into her, melting against her legs. To any onlooker it would look like she was wearing black denim cutoffs as the black liquid mimicked the texture.
After walking for what seemed like ten minutes away from the crime scene, a black car screeched into the alley stopping directly in front of Leera. She tensed up as out of the back a robot in a suits stepped out bowing to her.
“ Greetings Abaddon. My master, Andras wishes to speak with you.”