Drifting snow blew chillingly across the icy wastelands of Neo-Thrahl, a
cold, barren world deep within the Viral Sector. Run by Depravites, a race
of deranged, loathsome neanderthal type fiends of ill-intent, this planet
was used for one thing only, the development of super-potent chemical and
bio warfare mechanisms. Sold throughout the criminal underworld, these devices
have been used to assist the downfall of many of the weaker central worlds.
Dismahl Base, located at the western tip of the northern continent, was
the largest of the Depravites’ research stations. Its blackened towers
of stone and steel dominated the summit of the ice cliffs in a very overbearing
Sarah Savage, a barbaric bounty hunter of extreme cunning and adeptness,
climbed swiftly up the steep, freezing slopes towards the station, her baggy
leather clothing concealing the fact that she was carrying eight fusion
grenades, four flesh strippers and a large Conan style broadsword. She never
carried a gun of any description. Nothing could replace the intimate sensation
of a heavy blade slicing through the flesh of an opponent. Sarah loved it.
It took her several minutes to climb to the top. She rested for a few seconds
to catch her breath and surveyed the scene. A tall security tower could
be seen above the main entrance gates. One guard sat behind a double glazed
window, puffing gently on a well stocked pipe.
Easy! She thought, and began to creep stealthily along the wall to the bottom
of the tower.
Sarah Savage smiled dryly. Time for death to visit the dammed!
Laughing loudly, she armed a flesh stripper and threw it towards the window.
It spiralled through the air and hit the glass, gripping it tightly with
its tiny suction cups. The guard was puzzled. He leaned forwards for a closer
look. The contraption ignited, vaporising the glass instantly. The guard
screamed as the soft parts of his face were shredded and splatted onto the
wall behind him. After six seconds of this brutal torture, he died. His
exposed skull rolled backwards and fell to the floor, cracking like an egg.
Partly roasted brain tissue squeezed its way out.
Sarah Savage sprinted into the research station and along several dimly
lit passageways. An alarm was sounding. Great! She thought, rushing into
a laboratory, any moment now I'm going to be surrounded by ripe targets.
She was not disappointed. Six large Depravites armed with heavy rifles appeared
from several entrances. They began to unleash shimmering beams of potent
blue energy in her direction. She dexterously dodged most of them, deflecting
the rest with her gleaming sword. The beams hit the walls and ceiling, showering
the floor with charred and shattered stone work. Sarah leapt into the air
and landed in front of one of her opponents. His look of astonishment rapidly
changed as her razor sharp blade slashed down into his chest, penetrating
his heart, lungs, liver and right kidney. He slumped forward, vomiting several
pints of rich red blood. Sarah turned briskly, just in time to block three
incoming beams. This time they deflected into the floor, melting the highly
polished tiles. She armed another flesh stripper and set the detonation
time to one second. Dropping to her knees to avoid another barrage of energy
fire, Sarah tossed the device into the air. It exploded violently. The five
remaining Depravites yelled and gurgled in torment as the flesh on the upper
halves of their bodies began its six second exodus onto the walls. Their
completely intact legs fell to the floor, closely followed by the dry bones
of their upper torsos. Sarah laughed wickedly. Devastation was deeply fulfilling.
A bleeper bleeped on her utility belt. She unclipped it and looked at its
small display screen. Her Jaw dropped in disbelief. What she saw was something
she had never expected to see. The TAR command!
Something really heavy must be going down! She thought.
Her mission to destroy the research bases on Neo-Thrahl was effectively
cancelled. Still, it would be a shame to waste an opportunity. Sarah Savage
started to arm and position her fusion grenades around the lab.
After completing her task, she ran like the wind through the dank passageways
towards the entrance. Guards by the dozen tried to burn her away with their
powerful rifles. Hack! Slash! Stab! Gash! Sarah cut into them as if they
were made of butter, sending severed limbs soaring through the air. After
two minutes of fierce butchery, Sarah escaped and slithered down the frosted
slopes, away from the doomed base.
She was less than a kilometre away when it went up. A huge dome of white
hot flames expanded rapidly, pushing molten stone and steel work high into
the biting atmosphere. Sarah smiled with sadistic satisfaction. "If
you're gonna do something, do it as violently as possible!"
The bounty hunter turned and continued her journey back to her starship,
hidden down a deep crevasse several kilometres to the south. She had no
idea that the greatest mission of her life was about to begin.