F.C. Janes

This story came about as a prompt selected by Scott, a member of the Wordsmiths of Georgina. Now before you read the story it has mature content…as in language. If you can’t take swearing or words of sexual nature. I wouldn’t read on. This is just a friendly reminder normally I wouldn’t give one.

Enjoy.


Rumor Mongers

“Thanks.”  Looking at the perfectly fabricated female syn-bot serving my drink with less then respectful eyes.  She may have been a robot but whoever designed her should be given an award or something.

“So yeah, that is what I’m offering.”

Taking  a sip of the whiskey, I hadn’t heard a single word this guy said but I wasn’t going to let him know that a syn-bot had stolen all the attention.  Wonder if she does room calls?  “Yeah, well I’m just not interested.”

“What?…Fuck off.  I thought you were in.”

“This part of space is becoming dangerous.  You know with all the rumors.”

“Fuck the Mongers, bunch of pussy’s.”

“You say that now, but they are taking over one sector at a time, I heard S.A.T is losing the war and soon we will all be under the Monger banner.”

“You under a banner?  Only banner you fly under is your own.”

I shrugged and took another sip of whiskey.  “What can I say I like being sovereign.”  Not far from where I sat a half naked women with pointed ears and long red hair with golden skin hung on to the pole with her legs.  Stretching backwards with her arms moving gracefully through the air she had hoards of horny men memorized around her sending bit transfer to her over flowing account.

“Are you even paying attention to me or do the fake tits have you distracted?”

“You can’t tell fake from real anymore.  I can barely tell what is full of gears and what is full of blood.  Look I’m not flying to the Drake Sector, not happening.  That sector has been engaged in intense fighting for over four months.  I fly there I’m not coming back.  So forget about it.”  I put my glass down on the table, just as the glass made contact with the table an explosion rocked the front door to the club.  Bodies flew through the air, screams gave the pounding music something to compete with.  A piece of debris smashed the table my drink was on sending glass in to the air and my criminal friend diving for the floor.  I stood up, chaos had taken over the club.  The Mongers were here.

I undid the button that kept my laser pistol secure and started to walk towards the offices at the back of the room.

“Where are you going?”

I looked over my shoulder my friend was peeking his head just above the back of his chair so he could see what was going on.  “Getting the fuck out of here.”

“Only one exit you stupid fucker.”

“Yeah…sure.”  I left that shit head to his own fate.  I owed him nothing.

Honestly, I had no idea if there was an exit back here.  It was a hunch that the people that worked in these offices didn’t walk through the club to come and go.  And I was right.  Naked whores ran through the halls with their naked lovers following after them.  Tits and cocks flapped in the wind after being caught in the act by the Mongers.  I laughed and followed the ass cracks to the exit.

Four people ran through the door in front of me, not even looking to make sure it was clear.  They got blown away.  Mongers didn’t care if you were apart of the Space Alliance Taskforce or not.  If they got you in there sights they blew you away.  Standing with my back against the wall just to the right of the door.  The light above me flickered on and off,  I could hear the heavy foot falls of men running, then a muzzle of a gun appeared through the door.  Shortly after the body of the man holding it walked through.  I let him pass, then another, and another.  No one came in behind the third.  Silently I pulled my laser pistol out and pointed it at the back of the head of the Monger.  I pulled the trigger, his head exploded, then followed up with another two quick shots.  The Mongers toppled over, laying on the floor as blood pooled out of the mortal wounds.

Peaking out of the door I check the alley before running towards my ship that was docked at a private pad.  I thanked myself for having the foresight to dock it there at a friends place and not at the public marina.

Explosions rocked the streets of the city.  I could feel the tremors through the ground.  At one point an explosion was so close I nearly lost my balance and fell.  My ship was parked only a few blocks from the club.  One of the reasons why I chose to have a drink there.  Now I was regretting hanging around for that drink.  Turning a corner a sigh of relief fell over me as the warehouse where my ship was docked had not been touched.

I saw the roof start to open, there were two other ships in there besides mine.  They were all trying to make the escape like I was.  Damn fuckers are going to get the place blown up.  I ran as fast as my feet would take me.  The door to the warehouse was already open.  Running through I saw my ship sitting there, there was a glow to the engines as it warmed up.

Running up the ramp I looked around.

“Was wondering when you were going to get your ass here.”

“Are the engines ready for take off?” I walked in to flight control and took a seat next to a 12 year old girl.  Calm your jets, she was a syn-bot that I took in when I found her getting auctioned off to a sex trafficker.

“Ten seconds.”

“Fuck!”  I said.  Explosion were getting nearer, dust and debris rattled loose from the rafters.  I watched the first ship get air born.  There was a flash of light followed by an explosion I covered my eyes with my forearm.  Debris bounced off my ship ratting around before settling on the floor.

“Three, two, one.”

“Get us out of here!”

The ship exploded forward, pushing myself into my seat.  Alexa turned the ship around to face the opening in the roof which was now a bit wider and punched it.  Rocketing towards the clouds all around us ships dodged and weaved.  Vapor trials of rockers drew lines in the sky like one big game of tick tack… “Holy shit!”

“Hang on” Alexa said.  Weaving us between ships and rockets.  The radar flashing with lock on warnings from enemy weapon guidance systems.

“I can drive Alexa.”

“With your reflexes Chris, we’d be dead already.  Just because I’m a syn doesn’t mean I’m suicidal.”

The clouds gave way to space, space gave way to a fucking space battle.  War ships the size of cities, interceptors, and debris like some giant had taken a shit of metal and meat were every where.

“Where to Chris?”

“Don’t give a fuck get us out of here.”

“Got it!”  Alexa slammed her fist on to the jump sequence control.

The wine of the engines as it buffered the power was a comforting hum to know in seconds we’d be gone.  A ship directly in front of us took position perfectly to lock on.  “We need to go!”

“Almost.”  Alexa said.

“You’re not looking out the window are you?”

“Almost.”

“Fuck…fuck…fuck…fuck.”  The ships weapons fired, the rocket trail could be seen speeding towards us.  “Fuck…fuck…fuck!”

“Punching it”
A worm hole instantly open and the next thing I new we were deep in space not a ship in sight.

“You okay Chris?  You look a little shaken up.”

“Fucking Mongers.”

 

The End.