Bombshell Breach
Payload: 5000 KG. Impact power: capable of destroying half a Saiyaran-sized planet. Target: Araknes, Saiyara's neighboring solar system.
IC Command ship Candesys delivers log intel. Nomad was deployed.
Paid mercs were delivering the payload — a band of wanted criminals with highly advanced weaponry. The ship was a medium-sized space cruiser with fair firepower. Crew: about 300.
Nomad used a pirate cruiser (easily available in black markets) as disguise, imitating just another ship passing by — just to get the space commander close enough.
"Steady," Vayne muttered, his hands fixed to the cruiser controls.
"Distance: 800 meters at closest. Closing in… 2 kilometers," Axel standing next to Eve said, looking outside through the cockpit cabin viewport.
"Heading to upper deck," Eve said. "Ayna coming up. Prep the suit."
From the main deck viewer, Eve saw the ship closing in. She chose her minimal configuration, lightweight exosuit for the mission — a black exo made of nanofiber-lined reinforced leather, with minor camouflage and cloaking abilities. It made her look like a super bombshell babe when visible.
"Eve, are you ready?" Axel's voice chimed over comms.
"On your cue," Eve replied without hesitation.
"800 meters in 3… 2…"
The upper deck door hissed opened. She launched into the space.
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"What's that?" a young man with curly brown hair — the copilot, sipping beer — asked the pilot. The pilot, wearing an orange cap, turned to look at the holographic radar screen.
"Stolen pirate cruiser."
"Should we report it?" the assistant asked, puzzled.
"It's nothing."
"It's flying too close."
"Alright. Turrets ready. Lasers on standby," the pilot said on comms to the artillery team.
"Scanners indicate low-power weapons." Comm reported.
"Cheap pirates."
A minute later, there was a blast.
"Hull breach! I repeat, hull breach in cargo bay!" Pilot barked.
The pirate ship was already 6 kilometers away.
"Report?"
Comm: "Heavy fire. Enhanced mercenary. Send backup to cargo bay!"
All the pilots could hear was gunfire. Screaming. Chaos.
"Send everyone!!"
The comms went crazy. Every crew member — shooting, screaming, groaning — and then silence. As if a ghost had hit the ship.
The pilot couldn't hold his seat. "I have to check this. Take control."
"Wait."
"Relax. Unlike you, I have years of experience in close combat."
"The hull breach?"
"Mechanics will take care of it. Head towards closest repair station, just in case."
The worried copilot worked the console. Nearest planet: locked. The cruiser tilted slightly in that direction.
The pilot grabbed his plasma gun from the console and raced toward the cockpit exit.
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Eve jetted toward the hostile cruiser. Her cloaked exosuit shimmered against starlight.
As she neared the hull and launched magnetic grenades toward the tail. And disposed the grenade launcher.
The grenades clamped on the hull and detonated, tearing a car-sized hole in the ship. She hit her thrusters, zoomed into the hole, and landed in the cargo bay with a bang. Faces turned. Fear. Confusion. Awe.
Thirty men surrounded her — some human, some cyber-enhanced. All armed.
Eve's dual railgun pistols lit up. Bang. Bang.
Thirtyseconds later, the area was clear. More armed men arrived. She hit the cargo tail door as she marched towards the cockpit. The vacuum roared, air and oxygen vented out, sucking a dozen screaming men with it. The rest held onto anything they could, continuing to shoot at her.
Her boots activated magnetic grip as she pressed forward — shooting, punching, kicking. Her visor detailed a 4D map with waypoints.
Navigating by visor map, clearing her way through chaos, she pushed forward, room by room. Until she reached the cockpit door. It suddenly opened, a brute wearing orange cap holding a plasma rifle was just heading out.
She kicked him back in, slamming him into the cruiser's console. Bones cracked.
She entered. A cute young man with curly brown hair was flying the cruiser. He stared at her in horror and amazement.
'Wow, that chic knocked out the entire crew?' he thought.
She stepped toward him, leaned in close, her lips near his ear, and whispered so leftover crew on comms can hear it too.
"Where to, boys?"