The Satyr and the Morbid, two dark ships of impressive might, swooped low
over the towers of Pathetica, the only city on the planet Naus-Ear. The
dark gloomy buildings, hundreds of metres tall, were constructed out of
black, soulless stone, and were covered in strange, sculptures of despair
"I'm scanning thousands of lifeforms in the streets." Sarah
"Fuck!" Ross Mental exclaimed over the communicator as he guided
his ship between two large constructions of discouragement. "You're
right! The heathens are in town."
"We need to kill them all." Sarah Savage said with obvious delight.
"But if we use our ship's weapons we'll destroy half the city."
"We'll have to land and fight them hand to hand!"
"I fuckin' like the sound of that!"
Ross Mental rolled his craft over in celebration and collided with the
corner of Pathetica's medical centre, sending Willard Pestilence, an aging
patient, tumbling to his death ninety floors below. He had just finished
convalescing from a heart, lung, kidney and liver transplant operation,
and six months of radio therapy for five brain tumours the size of tennis
balls. He was due to be discharged within the hour. Today was his seventy
"Let's set down." Sarah Savage said, pitching her ship and sending
it coursing towards street level.
The Morbid followed. The two ships touched down outside the front entrance
to the giant cathedral that dominated the central districts. Thirteen
heathens that were about to storm the religious edifice were crushed into
a bloody paste as heavy landing gear flattened them completely. Five of
the heathens escaped the pulverising and started to run into the street.
Ross Mental leapt out of his ship’s top hatchway, drew his new blaster
from its holster, and then fired mercilessly, blowing huge chunks of flesh
out of the heathens' backs. They fell to the ground, quivered, vomited,
and then lay still.
"Fuckin' ace!" Ross Mental said with satisfaction.
Sarah Savage strode down her ship's exit ramp, closely followed by Angharad
and her visor.
"This is indeed a woeful place." Angharad said, looking around.
Three hundred and fifty four heathens, armed with dull knifes, jogged
into view and headed straight for the bounty hunters. They chanted inanely.
"Fuckers!" Ross Mental screamed, opening fire once again.
Several heads exploded as beams of dense energy blazed through the heathen's
faces. Sarah Savage drew her broad sword and charged at the mob of sweating
primitives, slashing and hacking through their flesh with macabre accuracy.
Angharad, eager to join in, activated her visor. Its heads up display
immediately targeted the centre of the pack of heathens. She selected
'Parabolic Pulse' from the weapons configuration menu and fired. A bright
yellow ball of glowing death arced into the air at lightning speed and
descended into the crowd, engulfing seventy heathens in flames. They screeched
in torment and crumpled to the floor, powdered and unrecognisable.
"Cool!" Sarah Savage said, cutting three heads off in one swipe.
"Fuckin' cool!" Ross Mental shouted, blowing away six more ugly
"If you thought that was good," Angharad said proudly, "watch
this!" She turned to face two charging heathens of particular fierceness
and locked her visor's electronic sights onto them. After selecting 'Dissector
- Setting: Dual' from the menu, she fired. Two needle thin, azure beams
of protons connected with the targets and randomly flicked around their
bodies. They yelped in a frightful manner as they were rapidly cut up
into thirty pieces. Their separated body parts fell to the ground, bleeding
profusely. The bounty hunters watched as the beast's faces grimaced in
anguish and then went limp as their brain's supply of oxygen ran out.
"Awesome!" Sarah Savage said, turning and splicing a heathen's
The heathen dropped to his knees and coughed blood. Sarah Savage had an
idea. She thrust her fist into his gaping chest wound. Reaching around
inside, she grabbed her victim’s pounding heart and pulled hard.
It ripped out causing the sweaty guy to wail loudly. She held it in front
of his contorted face.
"Look at this!" She said to him with glee.
The heathen looked at his own pumping heart in disbelief, vomited blood,
and then died.
"I've always wanted to do that!" Sarah Savage said with satisfaction.
"Lucky Fucker!" Ross Mental shouted as he stomped around, burning
holes in anything that moved.
Angharad continued her precise dissecting.
Sarah Savage continued her imprecise dissecting.