The Hunt Begins

The Hunt Begins

A Chapter by Ricky
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There's more than one hunter at play putting more pressure on our pair making escape seem much more difficult.

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                                         Agent Santiago. Seattle, Washington. 15 Minutes after the escape.



               His head throbbed a pain that came with every heartbeat, the paramedic he saw said that he’d received a mild concussion but nothing else to severe. The alien knocking him unconscious was actually a blessing seeing as the Humvee landed on his side. His limp body was able to flow with all of the G-forces inflicted on him instead of snapping him like a pencil. The soldier beside him was no so lucky, when he came to he’d been dragged out the wreck and laid beside the soldier.


               He was ugly and hard to look at, he was drenched in his own blood spewing more out in a cough violent cough breathe. “A Punctured lung” is what someone in the crowd that gathered to aided the injured man said. Santiago watched as the prodded him it tubes forcing air into the man’s lungs, all the while the soldier’s face wrinkled and contorted. Then Santiago saw the real causes of the man’s pain. Two bones had stabbed there way out of his flesh shining a deep red and purple as the flashing lights reflected off of them.


               One bone protruded just below the right wrist dripped endlessly of the man’s blood, the other had pierced his right shin. The shin was the nastier of the two broken bones, when the bone broke it tore through his flesh scooping some out with it. The man’s groans continued all the way to the ambulance where the paramedics loaded him while still doing their best to ease the man’s suffering. One of them stayed behind to check up on him, despite his best efforts to bat them away.


“Sir.” A soldier addressed him.  Santiago turned to see a dark-skinned woman in army standard army uniform.  He checked her shoulder and recognized her rank as sergeant; she presented the best opportunity to get rid of the pesky paramedic and happily started up a conversation with her.


“What the situation sergeant? Has the asset be apprehended?”


“Negative, sir. Out people are doing another sweep of the brewery, but there’s no sign of them.”


“They didn’t just disappear sergeant, now I want the cleanest sweep of that building. They couldn’t have gotten that far being as they are.”


“Yes sir. Hold on,” She puts her hand up to her earphone as a message comes in, Santiago meanwhile taps his thigh impatiently yearning to know the new update.


“Sir, my team suspects that they might have escaped through an old drainage pipe.”


“Good work sergeant, I want you and your team to track them down immediately, we can’t afford to let them escape.”


“But Sir, from what my team told me the drainage pipe appears to be very old and may have been part of Old Seattle Sewage. For all we know they can be anywhere in the city.”


“Don’t worry yourself over those details, I’ll send in other teams after you. Right now, all I want is someone on their tail, is that clear sergeant?” he said with the same piercing gaze he’d given the alien.


               The sergeant gave the generic form of acknowledgement returning to the build giving her crew their orders. Santiago rubbed his chin sighing. “How am I going to explain this mess.” The agent muttered under his breath. His boss would have his head for this, a first contact encounter turned into a bloody muck such as this. It didn’t help that he’d already made the mistake of aiding the Taliban when his department had been fooled into believing they were Kurdish militia earlier in his career. And that was because of the simple fact that there wasn’t a thorough background check on who they were delivering the weapons to.


               It was that mistake that got him into the situation he’s in now. They couldn’t fire him because of the connections he had with Congress, but they tried their best to humiliate him. They assigned him to supervise the Post-Detection Taskgroup, which was a blunt way of saying ‘your services are no longer needed’. His new job was to basically prep for an encounter with extraterrestrial life, and the odds of an actual encounter were very slim. “Not slim enough.” He thought to himself. To make matters worse the incident has gone public due to a fight over airspace with some stunt pilots for a local festival.


               A soothing vibration buzzed against his thigh, he knew who was calling him and really didn’t want to answer. Though the backlash from not answering probably be worse than another demotion. Clearing his throat Santiago dug into his pocket pulling out a phone with a thick black case around it. the screen had a long crack that carved the length of it forking off in the center. He was amazed the phone was in as decent of a condition considering what it just went through. After a swipe he placed the phone to his ear “Hello Jake.”


“…Hello? Is that all you have to say for yourself after what you just did! Do you know how this gonna reflect upon not just upon the bureau, mot even our nation, but our entire species as a whole!” an older man with a solid assertive responded.


“Jake if you’d just listen I can explain myself.” 


“Oh, by all means explain how you not only lost humanity’s first extraterrestrial contact, but also cause thousands of dollars in tax payers money. And let’s certainly not forget to what happen to poor Corporal. Andrews, killed by a stray bullet to the back of the head. Why was there a stray bullet fired anyway, hmm?”  Jake questioned, his assessment crushing Santiago with the solid voice of his.


“Jake what happened was…”


“And you will address me with the title I’ve earned Mr. Santiago!” the old voice commanded


“Colonel, Sir, the alien was becoming uncooperative and measure needed to be taken to ensure that the integrity of the operation stayed secured.” Santiago knew that this explanation was going to receive some flak.


“And how well did that go?” the Colonel asked in a condescending tone.


“Poorly, by the outcome of all this. I was knocked unconscious when I tried to give the alien a sedative, which I assume caused a scuffle in the cab of the Humvee where Corporal. Andrews ended up being shot. The alien is clearly more resilient than us and was able to drag not only itself, but a six-foot six-inch young man out of the wreckage as well. They managed to escape using an old drainage pipe in the Rainer Brewery. I currently have sent a team in to retrieve the two, but I’ve been told this city’s old sewage system is a labyrinth.” The agent explained making it sound as successful as he could.


“Hmm, and what of the boy, what’s his name…”


“Richard Armand Marois the third. Age 16, weight 260lbs, lives at the address…”


“I could look those details up myself, what of him is he aiding the alien in its escape?”


“Possibly, he may not be entirely willing though. The device implanted into his head is a translation device, but comes packing with a bomb that’ll go off if he strays too far from the alien. The alien told me the device isn’t easy to make so they ensure that they aren’t stolen by such means.” Santiago explained Richard’s situation.


“Hmm, poor boy. Can’t blame him for wanting to live I suppose, but we need that alien alive by any means necessary. Worst case scenario if we have to eliminate him we use the cover up story that the alien killed him.” The Colonel continued.


“I understand sir, and what if we are able to rescuer them, but the device in his head is unable to be removed? What do we tell his family?” Santiago questioned.


“We don’t tell them anything and tell them we need to keep the body for national security. Now you are going to report to me once any further updates of the situation come up. I expect a detailed report from you Santiago, understood?” the Colonel said in a tone that demanded an answer.


“Yes, Colonel. I’ll contact you as soon as possible, Santiago out.” Santiago complied.

        

       Letting out a heavy sigh he got up rubbing his hand through his hair dust fleeing from each strand they’d been attached to. Now he had to arrange multiple road closures and set multiple police forces to be on high alert. “What a pain the neck.”  He muttered again. And all of this was due to a surprisingly cunning alien and a teenager. Santiago thought about the size and look of Richard to that of an average teen, Richard was looked a bit more mature than most with his built and facial hair. It’d be best if he set the description as young adult male rather than teenager so not to get some other kid detained.

         

      Of course, he probably be easy to spot with him being handcuffed to a blue alien who was just as tall as he was. That thought sent a calming feeling through his nerves and made him think that this may be the way to get him back up in the ranks. Until then he needed to take as many measures as possible to ensure that the two are apprehended.


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                                               Solar system, just outside the orbit of Pluto


A wormhole was forced its way into this new system for the second time in its history, but this time with a much more impressive reveal. Gliding out of Slip-Space was once the product of Alyuan engineering, now tattered ship with scars from the battle it a recently lost. The scars where now bulges the gave the ship a sickly presence as if it had boils scattered along the length of its body. Black patches that had failed to burn through the hull branded themselves as reminders that even giants fall.


               In the belly of the beast the Renueins waddled their way around in the hundreds getting comfortable with their new surroundings. Some were still celebrating their victory over the Alyuan overlords by drinking, feasting, singing, and all other manner of fun. This was all just a ruse to keep them all from wondering why they were in pursuit of a lone Alyuan. The only one on the ship who knew the real motives was sitting at the Captain’s helm and she intended to keep that information to herself.


               Daemon looked at the screen in front of her to see where they had ended up. Obviously, it was uncharted territory by any species considering that it wasn’t on the Alyuan star map. The system they were in wasn’t all that impressive, there were a few gas planets that could contain some gasses that would fetch a fair price on the market but not much else. There was an asteroid belt that they would have to maneuver through before getting to the real prizes that orbited near the star of the system. These planets were made of rock and could hold some metal that they could either sell or use to upgrade their ships armor. Two of these planets were too close to the sun and would require specialized thermal suits to explore their surfaces. The third planet looked completely habitable covered mostly in water with more than enough land mass for her people. It was also probably the planet that Lycia would have escaped to.  But her greatest interest in this system was the fourth planet from the star, a mere red dust ball to some, but to her so much more.


               With the combination of the third planet it could be a whole new chance to give her people not just a home but a chance at an empire. From what she could read from the Alyuan indicators, the planet had lost its atmosphere because it lacked a magnetic field. Now solar winds punish the planet forcing its water to recede to its polar caps leaving the land dry and barren. It would be costly but if she could buy or perhaps steal one of those devices used propel a magnetic shield to transform the planet. It was hopeful thinking but in the mean time she needed to finish the job she started. “What do the scans of the planets say?”


“The scans of three of the four planets read negative, no signs of any lifeforms on them.” one of her lackeys answered.


“Hmm, and of the third planet?”


“The is a confirmed distress signal of Alyuan origin coming from the planet. It’s coming from a beacon that was shot from the escape pod once it entered orbit. But Ship Mistress, the may be a problem.”


“What is it now?” Daemon claws scratched the innards in irritation


“Our scans have also picked up numerous lifeforms living in the planet, including a few that are in orbit. I believe we are encountering a planet with an intelligent species.”


“Is there significant traffic going in and out of the planet?” She growled.


“No, there is actually no traffic leaving the planet, the is however multiple aircraft moving within orbit.”


               Hearing this, Daemon’s annoyance went away realizing there was too much to fear. The species of this planet was bound to it and was incapable of any sort of pursuit. She understood that if she was careful she and her crew could slip in and grab Lycia and be out before they could do anything to stop them. Of course, there goes her plan of starting an empire, or at least one that would dominate this whole system. She thought maybe she could do to the species living on the planet what Alyuans do to other species that get in there way. Relocating them would be a lot of work however, perhaps just diminishing the planet so that the species wouldn’t stand a chance with a war with them would be an easier solution. All she’d need would be enough of her kind willing to follow her, and the shouldn’t be too hard after her victory over the Alyuans spreads. She shook her head and growled at herself for letting her mind wander again, she needed to focus on the here and now.


“Send out some probes to get a thorough look to what we are up against. And have them retrieve that beacon when they return.” The last thing that they needed was for the Alyuan to pick up the signal and send in a fleet after them.


“It shall be done Ship Mistress. Should I tell the crew to report to the stations?” a Renueins crewmen responded.


“No, let them have their fun. This is a victory that should be celebrated, but sent in some security to ensure that no one goes overboard. They need to be sober when we see what the probes reveal what type of aliens we’re up against, we don’t want a few drunkards to give up our element of surprise by firing a few stray rounds. Speaking of which what is the current state of this ship’s weaponry?”


“Two of the missile silos are jammed and still need repairing. We were able to fix three of the plasma cannons, but three of them were beyond repair and have been scrapped leaving us with six cannons in total. Only one of the gauss cannons wasn’t totaled and is still under repair, but unfortunately the ship’s heavy laser need parts that are available so at the moment it is of no use.”  The reptile reports.


“It will have to due for now. In the meantime, activate the ship’s stealth system and set a coarse to the fourth planet’s largest moon. Land on the dark side we don’t want to risk these aliens spotting us before we get the information the probes retrieve. Do you understand?”  Daemon orders


“Understood, when the probes return what will be our next move?”


“I don’t pay you to plan that far, just get us to that moon and leave the thinking to me!” She snarls.


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                                                             Some where in Alyuan controlled space


               A fleet of Alyuan ships sit in empty space every one of them lined up in coordinated positions ready to make the jump to Slip-Space. They are lined up where smaller corvette s make I the outer rim of the fleet, next are the small frigates that though they are roughly the same size as the corvettes, they are armed much better. Next the heavy frigates whose size dwarfed the other two ships combined and was the most numerous of the fleet. These ships housed armies within them and was capable of tackling a variety of foes. And in the center, was the capital ship three times as large and the heavy frigates and could even house a hand full of corvettes and light frigates.


 This ship was named, Alyu’s pride, was name more as an honor to the Alyuan goddess rather than the planet itself.  According to Alyuan legend the goddess had created the Alyuan home world by dragging bits and pieces of their system together, she had molded an asteroid into the finest sphere while collecting water from the comets that would come to gaze upon her beauty creating the mighty bodies of water on Alyu. The sun was a mark that was left where she stood creating the planet, a gift given to the planet to grow the life she wanted. And throughout the countless species she made, the all seemed cold to her because she could not connect to her creations. So, over the course of many millennia bit by bit she focused on one species in order to craft it into her greatest masterpiece, one so great that it would stretch it greatness beyond the world she had granted them.


Within the Command Center of the ship named after the goddess, a meeting was going over between the Lord Admiral known as Starlot and one of his subordinates. There were only four Alyuans, the business that they were about to discuss required that there to be so.


“So, Commander Syrx, tell me again how you lost the ship.” The Lord Admiral sat in his seat head resting on his fist.


“As I said before Lord Admiral, we had the ship in communication range before they made a random jump. From what we received from their communications they were attacked by numerous smaller vessels.” The commander answers.


“Hmm…. And do you know what beings were responsible for the attack?”


“From the few descriptions we got they were ships from various species, many having what appeared to be custom upgrades to them. From what our intelligence received they all bared similar makings, that of the infamous Renuein known as Daemon.”


“Is that the one who has those fools in the Galactic Union cowering?”


“Yes, my liege, she has gathered many of her own to raid both the union and our own trade vessels. And our Intel relays she has a small fleet of stolen vessels.”

              

  Starlot looked at the officer his look unchanging, his head still rested on his fist giving him a bored appearance. An uncomfortable silence filled the room as though it had merged with space itself.  Syrx carried a worried expression as the silence grew longer and longer, he knew that the Admiral was just thinking of a form of punishment. The Commander’s mind fills with the rumors of what happened to those who failed to meet the Admiral’s expectations.

              

  One rumor has it that a company leader had refused to attack an armored bunker in the campaign to annex the planet Requex-IX. The squad leader claimed that they were being used as cannon fodder while a more enforced attack was to follow on a later date. The truth was that the bunker was already distracted by a heavy armored-air offensive in the opposite direction giving the battalion the company leader was part of a moment to storm the bunker. However due to the lack of infantry in the assault it took much longer than anticipated to capture it from the natives.


Admiral Starlot, a mere general at the time, fiercely demoted the company leader saying that he was a waste of flesh and blood, and that because of his cowardice he got many more Alyuan killed than there should’ve been. As a result, when his unit left the city he was stationed to occupy he was intentionally left behind. And it rumors were true the natives were already tearing him apart before their transport ship had even taken off.  Another rumor was that he shot a drunken officer point blank for spilling some his drink onto his boots.

              

  Yet despite all these rumors he was loved and admired by all in the fleet and by many in the empire.    He was there in many of the harshest campaigns leading the Alyuan armies to glory accumulating many victories at little costs in the name of the empire. His troops though, had the greatest respect for him because, unlike many high-ranking officers and leaders, Starlot would be on the ground participating in the battles alongside his men. Many of his superiors thought that he was a fool and was a risk to campaigns, after all if he were to be captured and interrogated he could spill many Alyuan secrets. Some went as far as to express their concerns to the emperor, but by he was so loved by his men that it would crush moral to do anything to him. And as word of his deeds reached back to the public he was portrayed as a hero and the embodiment of a true Alyuan warrior. His status seemed to be as high as the emperor’s which eventually led to him being at the status he was at now.


 For one it was the highest rank an Alyuan could reach in the military, but it was a two-sided gift. One outlook of thing one may see that he had a legion at his control, but at the same time there was little glory he could win with this tittle. With all these forces in his command there was no way that he could be on the battlefield and be leading multiple armies simultaneously. Perhaps that was why recently he seemed to be sourer with his job.


“Bring him in, but keep him immobilized.” The Admiral lifted his head pressing the communication pad on his armrest. Syrx was confused but made a point not to openly show it. After a moment two of the elite soldiers, simply known as Glorious Golden, stepped in the room with the was an Alyuan captive restrained by magnetic binds. The captive’s guards armor reflected their name, the color was gold obviously, but the shine was blinding. Each armor for these soldiers have been designed to fit their body perfectly from the helmet all the way down to the boots.  They carried their plasma rifles with pride each looking as clean as the day that they were manufactured.  Syrx thought that these guys were too obsessed with presentation because they always looked too clean. Even after battles they would clear they would clean their armor and weapons to the point where they were blinding.


“Alyuans have built a reputation Commander Syrx, a reputation that tells the galaxy that no matter what obstacle stands in our way we will overcome it and press on. Our guest holds this reputation well, even if it is admittedly twisted; you see this man set out with the goal of murdering the governor of Sital because of the governor’s warning to tame Sital’s people.” Syrx felt a clump fill in his chest and climb its way up his throat as he realized who this restrained man was.


“Sir, are you telling me that this man is Baraxl?! Sir, with all do respect, I don’t think it’s wise to have an assassin on board who is capable of plowing through heavily armed soldiers on board this ship!”


“Relax Commander, can’t you see that he is no threat. I had the men of the Glorious Golden capture him a few days ago, since then we haven’t given him any food and minimal water. Granted in the capture we did loose a handful of men and even getting him into these restraints was a challenge, but it was all worth it.” Starlot arose from his seat wrapping his arm around the Commander’s should walking with while he walked with him around Baraxl, displaying the prisoner like a hunter would a prized trophy.


“Worth what Sir?” Syrx felt something press against his chest followed by a horrible burning going straight through him.


“It is worth not having another failure tucked under my belt.” Starlot smiled grabbing the dying officer by the chin only to toss him in front of Baraxl. For a brief moment the Commander let out gasps clutching the wound on his chest before embracing death’s touch.


“Release the prisoner and take this filth to the nearest incinerator, let the guards outside the door know that by no means are we to be disturbed.”

            

   The elite soldiers did as they were told and dragged Syrx’s body out of the room leaving the two Alyuans alone. Baraxl glared at the Admiral, standing nearly naked only having an undergarment to cover his waist. Even for an Alyuan Baraxl was tall, he loomed over the Admiral glaring at his with animalistic intent. His body was an amalgamation of scars that he obtained through the many jobs and messages he had gone out to do. Starlot saw that there wasn’t merely plasma scarring, but scars from gashes, from quickly done stitches, as well as acid and toxins.

               

Baraxl infamy was one of the few things that could strike fear into an Alyuan, the things that he had done seemed impossible for one being. And yet there has been numerous amounts evidence that point to him practicing in assassinations, mass shootings, piracy, cyber-attacks, and so much more. The man was a professional at what he does, which was do what benefited him most. A saying that was common in the black market was, “If you have a problem, enough money, and a frigate’s load of courage, Baraxl was the one to go to.”


“Were your accommodations to your liking? I heard how fussy you can be so I made sure that everything suited you.” Baraxl peered down on the esteemed Alyuan officer in front of him as his eyes faded into a dark shade of purple. “Oh, calm down I have no intent of killing you, if I did you’d already be dead. Though I admit a fight with a worthy adversary sends chills of excitement through my bones. I mean can you imagine it, Alyu’s most famous and infamous warriors battling one another. Regardless of the outcome our names would be immortalized in history, all the sorts of depictions of the fight would make sure of that.” Baraxl eyes were now changed to a lighter shade of purple.


“Ahem, yes well I guess you want to get right to the point. As you saw my insubordinate are incapable of accomplishing a job as simple as protecting one ship, so I need someone with a bit of sense to them as well as some cunning and ruthlessness to them. Now Youngman be wondering why should you ever help me, well for one let’s take a look at your various account from across the galaxy.” a screen pops up besides them showing different legal and illegal accounts each have a large sum of wealth in them. “That’s right each account has gone up around eight hundred percent making you one of the richest Alyuan alive. Perhaps though this isn’t enough for you, well I’ll just tell you that I’ve got a plan in the works that will pardon you of all your crimes and give you the power you could ever want. All I ask in return is that you do this job… and for you to work for me from now on.”

             

  Baraxl gave the Admiral a nasty scowl eyes still changing. “You sir are a convincing negotiator, well as my final offer I’ll grant you this to help you out if you change your mind.” A hologram of a sleek set of armor displayed before them which caught Baraxl’s attention.  He slowly turned back to Starlot as his eyes returned to their natural dark blue, Starlot simply smiled waving his arm as encouragement for the assassin to observe. Baraxl circled the image scanning the armor carefully taking notice of every feature.


“It’s a form of mechanized armor or as the scholars call it an ‘exoskeleton’. Now ordinarily suits like these are bulky and require a large power source to operate them. But with the connections I have I was aware of the test to make these suits more conventional to the average soldier. It’s has a gel lar outlined in woven titanium, and is powered by a fission batter. The armor plates are made up of the rare metal called invictallum that can withstand near anything. Small arms, large arms, artillery, you name it this armor will remain intact. It took the heat of a colossal star to melt it into something that you can forge. It equipped the most advanced systems, life support, navigation, translator, and a HUD that is even able to tell you the condition of a weapon.  What you’re looking at is a first of a kind, the future of combat and its all yours if you only answer to me.” Baraxl snapped his neck at that notion, but slowly turned back to the accounts and the armor. He reflected on his options and what was to be gained if he went through with this plan.


“What is this plan of yours?” the assassin finally spoke.


“I need your loyalty to tell you more, now do I have it or not?”  Starlot charming persona was now gone and that was left was the stubborn military officer.


“You have my words, flesh, and spirit at your disposal.” The massive Alyuan took a knee one fist pressing against the ground the other resting on his thigh.


“Good the Golden will inform you as you get your armor and ship prepared.” Baraxl nodded and left the room leaving the officer alone.




© 2017 Ricky



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I don't normally enjoy these types of topics such as space travels and military like hierarchies. This one had me interested though so I'm actually looking forward to the rest. Worried about the 16 YO. The damaged ship description made me grimace, keep it up please!

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I don't normally enjoy these types of topics such as space travels and military like hierarchies. This one had me interested though so I'm actually looking forward to the rest. Worried about the 16 YO. The damaged ship description made me grimace, keep it up please!

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