Two cool ships, the Satyr and the Morbid, melded their way through subspace.
"Two minutes and we'll arrive at the fuckin' palace!" Ross Mental
said over the communicator.
"Yeah!" Sarah Savage replied, stuffing her face with a raw slab
of steak. "A bit of peace and quiet before our next mission will
be most welcome." She looked back at Angharad who was chewing on
a cinnamon stick. "What are you going to do when we get back?"
"I think I'll go for a jog around the palace perimeter." She
"That's a hundred and twenty kilometre long run!"
"Yeah, I know it's quite short but I'm not as fit as you are. You
top bounty hunters probably run three or four times that distance every
day when you're at home."
Sarah Savage remained silent for a couple of seconds. "Err... Yes!
We do." She said.
The Ship's console bleeped excitedly. "We've arrived!" Sarah
Savage exclaimed, happy at the opportunity to change the subject.
The two craft transcended the dimensions back into normal space, and into
the centre of a wreckage strewn orbital battle field.
"Fuckin' fuck!" Ross Mental shouted as his ship smashed into
a formation of three skull fighters, shattering them into small fragments.
"Death!" Sarah Savage screamed, her natural killing instincts
had been aroused once again. She fired her craft's pulse cannons directly
into the engines of small, badly damaged battle cruiser. Shieldless and
armourless, it exploded in a most satisfying manner.
Three kilometres above, one of the few remaining squadrons of skull fighters
had noticed the emergence of two new targets. They began a steep dive
and released a wave of energy beams. The Satyr and the Morbid shook as
blasts of light connected with their shields. With awesome courage, both
ships set an intercept course with the fighters, firing beams and missiles
with ferocious exactitude. Several of the skull ships were vaporised instantly.
The rest, shocked by the phenomenal piloting of the two bounty hunter
vessels, broke formation and thrusted away. Ross Mental and Sarah Savage,
with the excited encouragement of Angharad, began an attack run on the
large command ship that loomed before them. All around, spectacular dog
fights continued as other bounty hunter ships slowly but surely reduced
the enemy fleet to dust. Below, Enchantia's orbital defence grid continued
its cold, automated wipeout of anything evil that strayed too close.
Down on Enchantia's surface at the edge of the Palace of Amino, the ground
battle raged with barbarous intensity. The trainee bounty hunters ran
around like violent crazed fibre fiends, blasting the zombified corpses
that marched unevenly towards them. Blood soaked decaying bones, muscles
and tendons scattered into the air. The pungent stench of rotting flesh
Thirty members of the unholy army of the night had managed to break through
the line of fire and were currently wandering through the streets of the
palace's outer residential districts. Jon Bilbarph, the assistant manager
of the Preamius five-screen holo cinema, the Palace of Amino's second
most popular multi-dimensional movie theatre, was taking his small white
haired old hound, Akash, for a walk. Every morning, before getting on
the Hov-Rail network and commuting to work, he would do this without fail.
Today, even though the entire palace was on its highest state of alert,
he decided not to break the routine that he had kept to for the last fifty-six
years. Big Mistake!
As Jon reached a small area of parkland outside his apartment building,
Akash decided that he needed relief and wandered over to a nearby tree.
Jon waited patiently. The sound of laser fire echoed through the buildings.
Looking up, he could see the distant battle raging in orbit. Maybe I should
have stayed home? He thought.
It was to be his last thought.
A crunching sound behind him was immediately followed by an instant of
agonizing pain. A lumbering zombie had just taken a huge, skull penetrating
bite out of the back of his head. Jon's whole body shuddered as his brain
was sucked out and chewed. The mindless hulk of his body slumped to the
floor, spouting blood in several directions.
Akash, seeing that his master was in trouble, barked in outrage and leapt
at the masticating undead corpse. The hound found it easy to rip the flesh
off the zombie's bones. The undead being’s lack of coordination
and its decaying structure made it vulnerable to Akash's salivating chomping
jaws and, with its leg muscles munched to a pulp, the zombie fell to the
floor, quivering erratically. Akash's seething attack continued. He managed
to rip the shivering corpse's head clean off.
"Whomph! whomph!" Barked Akash excitedly.
The little white hound began to lick out the flesh from the zombie's neck.
What a feast! His master only used to feed him chicken organs and custard.
This meal was so delicious. The sound of uneven footsteps distracted Akash.
He turned around to find several more mucous dripping corpses staggering
towards him. He leapt towards them, howling savagely.
Two trainee bounty hunters appeared from behind one of the buildings and
began blasting the undead. With Akash's help, they proceeded to rid the
streets of the repugnant creatures of doom. Shreds of putrefied flesh
scattered all around. It was not long before Akash's coat of white fur
had changed to dark red.