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Maverick Hunter - Chapter 1

Maverick Hunter - Chapter 2
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Keywords male 1108953, female 998717, wolf 181280, dog 156259, bunny 104436, human 99895, lagomorph 13703, space 7314, adventure 5374, violence 4003, gecko 2041, rhino 1960, science fiction 1759, rhinoceros 1300, spaceship 1023, language 540, space pirate 82, lago 20, gek 9, wolvrun 7, rhintok 5
There was a consistent semi-silent humming that filled the darkness. Barely visible lights blinked steadily in a soft amber glow on what appeared to be some form of control panel on one side of the room. The other side was bathed in a patch darkness. The monotonous droning of the engines was an odd sort of peaceful, that is, until the soft amber lights turned a bright green, signaling some form of system activation. The once dull sound of the engines slowly changed and increased in volume. In the distance, what sounded like breakers individually began to switch on. At first the clicking was distant, but rapidly the sound was approaching. Within an instance, the dark room burst forth in a blinding fiery glow.

Multiple computer screens were mounted above the green lights. Slowly, the screens warmed up. The words “Stand-By” focusing into view. Now visible, it could be notated that there wasn’t anything particularly special about the room, in fact, given the size of the display monitors, the room almost seemed too small to be of significance. With the darkness now replaced by light, the previously invisible portion of the room came into view as well. It was wholly empty, with the exception of a single cot built into the wall, and a dresser-drawer set built in the same manner.

Within a few moments of the lights coming on, there was a visible stirring and a loud, petulant groan from atop the cot. From underneath blanket, a lumpy mass stirred out of slumber. With a long, drawn out yawn, and one solid, yet fluid motion, the mass swung its feet down, touching toes to the cold, metallic floor. Arms stretching high above its head, the mass slowly got out of the uncomfortable looking bed, leaving the mass of blankets behind. His eyes squinted against the light as he shuffled forward and away from the cot. It was painfully obvious that the Wolvrun had not intended to be awake yet.

Slowly, he began rubbing his eyes and blinking in an attempt to bring the room into focus. The pointed ears on top of his head flopped over slightly, another effect of being awoken prematurely from his slumber. His white fur glowed brightly against the overhead lights. His face bore a groggy, annoyed demeanor. He was not happy to be awake.

“What the Hell is-,” The Wolvrun began, before being rudely interrupted by a loud, electronic, and feminine voice.
“Good Morning Captain.”
The voice rang though his head.
“Why are all the-,” He began again. The voice blared through the room, cutting him off once more.
“Incoming Audio-Video Transmission.”

Before he could get in a word edgewise, the screen in front of him flashed to a dark grey. The words were now replaced by a bulky, rocklike figure.

“You have entered contested Galactic Space, submit to inspection or face imprisonment. If you resist we will resort to having your ship shot down and inspected upon recovery and cleanup.” Typical Rhintok threats.

The large figure on the monitor was garbed in the standard Galactic Police uniform. The well-known black and blue uniform looked tight on the figure, another feature that was common when worn by a Rhintok. The rough, grey hide that the species possessed caused the Rhintok to appear even duller than a standard Galactic Police officer. Even the brilliantly shiny rank insignia this particular officer bore seemed pallid when placed beside the Rhintok’s thick skin. The large, battle scarred horn was almost the same grey color, a clear indicator of age and experience.

While all species accepted into the Galactic Federation were allowed to apply for the police force, a Rhintok was still highly uncommon, if not plain rare. Judging by the rank insignia upon his shoulders, he was a Commander as well.

“What’s with all the hostility Commander?” The Wolvrun asked, glancing at the auxiliary monitors. The screens flashed warnings indicating that the nearby police ships’ weapon systems were coming on-line.
“I do not have time to play games, Dog. You have blatantly bypassed several inspection points. This is your final warning. Submit to inspection or face annihilation.”

With a sigh, the Wolvrun agreed and set the ship to inspection control mode, giving the police force the reigns to the controls.

Within seconds the ship lurched as it was caught by the planets gravity. The transmission with the Rhintok commander ended, leaving the Wolvrun to stare at the blank monitors. A cycling sound began from deep within the vessel, signaling that an auto-docking sequence had initiated. The monitors faced back into life, this time displaying a simulation of the docking sequence. The Wolvrun stood, staring seemingly past the images on the screen.

“Today is going to be fantastic,” he remarked to himself in a sarcastic tone. He wasn’t happy.
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Pnushalbor was a planet primarily covered in vast, mineral rich oceans. The small and few land masses that were quickly colonized, held giant, beautiful sky scraping towers that overlooked the seas. Shalbor Port was no exception to the beauty. Stretching miles into the ocean, the harbor housed thousands of space cruisers and personal vessels. Interplanetary ships were commonly seen, as well as a plethora of space faring yachts and catamarans.

Even though the harbor was one of the largest in The Federation, Interstellar and Intergalactic capable ships were still noticeably out of pace. Given the planets position in the solar system, such large ships were not uncommon though. Pnushalbor was the last planet in the system, and as such, it served as a major port for trade, and was frequently the last stop before travelers and merchants moved on.

When the planet was first colonized over two centuries ago, it was quaint and serviced richer clientele as a vacation and retirement destination. However, ever since The Great War, the cities were riddled with slums and crime.

Now, Pnushalbor was most famous for one thing. The black market. During the day the streets bustled with commerce and trade, but at night, the cities turn on the red light, where the real business begins. Brothels, bars, and the black market. No matter the time of day, these cities were constantly alive with boisterous sounds and activities. Today was no exception.

“Get him! Catch that thieving bastard!” Huffed a grossly out of shape Rhintok merchant, pointing into the crowd as the young Wolvrun quickly made his escape. Immediately, two figures began the chase.
His yellow tined fur gleamed in the sun as he ascended a nearby rooftop, only stopping for a moment to see if he had shaken his pursuers.

“Ha, lost ‘em again,” the Wolvrun snickered to himself, “that’s the twelfth time this week.”
“Lost us huh?” a snakelike voice questioned, startling the young Wolvrun. Instinctively, the Wolvrun kicked in the direction of the voice. He met bare paw to flesh as his kick connected in an almost wet, thumping sound.
With a smack the Gek fell unconscious.
“Why you little shit!” a second voice bellowed, this time from a shaggy, brown Wolvrun. The bear-like dog attempted to grab the young thief, but was met with only fistfuls of air. Again, the young Wolvrun chose flight over fight. This time he was determined to make his escape.

The young Wolvrun was undoubtedly quicker than his thick, brown counterpart, and was quickly losing his tail. The older Wolvrun yelled constant obscenities and he chased, only making him slower. Within minutes the sounds of the pursuit began to face, however, this young thief had learned his lesson about stopping prematurely. He continued running, ducking down narrow pathways and hopping over rooftops. There was no way his pursuer had followed him this far. Noticing an opening into the main street he decided to end the chase and face into the crowd. Carelessly, the young thief burst into the crowded street.

Wump!

The young Wolvrun blinked rapidly, staring straight into the sky. His head rang with a dull hum and his vision struggled to stay in focus. It felt like he was hit by a freight liner, though, given his new position flat on his back, what he had run into was no better. As the pain faded and his vision came back, the young thief looked up to see what had caused his sudden, and painful, stop. In a billow of cigar smoke, a humongous Rhintok stood over him. The Rhino was clad in a dark red and gold business suit.

“Watch where you’re going you filthy mutt!” The Rhintok boomed, smoke pouring from his nostrils like an over logged chimney.

The Rhintok grabbed the Wolvrun by the collar, lifting him off the ground with a single hand. The pouch that the young thief carried came open, dropping a large, bright blue crystal. As the glass object hit the ground it pulsed with waves of energy. Before the Rhintok could grasp the concept of what he just witnessed, his train of thought was caught by the pattering of feet and the heavy panting that came bursting from the alleyway.

“There—There’s that—Sack of shit,” panted an extremely tired, and very bearlike Wolvrun. The young thief locked up. He was still being held off the ground by the Rhintok. He couldn’t escape.
“Who are you calling a sack of shit you measly whelp?!” The Rhintok boomed once more.
“B—B—Boss?” The Wolvrun choked.
“What the hell are you doing running around the city like a buffoon? Where is that Moron Gek of a partner of yours too?” The Rhintok yelled, expelling a cloud of thick smoke.
“Where—we—we’re,” the Wolvrun sputtered, “We’re trying to catch a thief!”
“Thief? What thief?”

Without uttering another word, the thick, brown Wolvrun pointed to the young thief, hoisted mere inches off the ground by his very own boss. The Rhintok looked at the Wolvrun in his grasp, looked down at the energy crystal on the ground, then back at the young Wolvrun.

“Thief? THIEF!?” The Rhintok exploded. Any hope that the young thief had was instantly destroyed.
A rush of wind blew past the Wolvrun’s short, yellow fur, and then there was darkness. The Rhintok had slammed the young Wolvrun into the ground with such speed and ferocity that the impact immediately rendered the dog unconscious.

“NO ONE STEALS FROM KRUGAR AND GETS AWAT WITH IT!” The Rhintok boomed again, lifting his foot over the thief’s head to finish the job.
“Wait,” A low, slithered voice spoke from behind the rhino, “He’s worth more to us alive. We can put him in with today’s shipment.”

A Gek stepped from behind the Rhintok, punching away at a business tablet.
Krugar removed his boot from above the young dog’s head, quickly pulling out and lighting a fresh cigar.
“Well? What are you waiting for? Throw him in with the lot! Where he’s going is a far worse punishment than death!”

The Rhintok laughed as his crony Wolvrun lifted the limp thief, carrying him off into the alley. The bear-like, brown Wolvrun didn’t look back until the laughter could no longer be heard in the distance. The Wolvrun almost felt bad for the young thief, but alas, business was business, and the brown dog’s main business was keeping on Krugar’s good side.

The Wolvrun lifted a grate atop what appeard to be an abandoned warehouse, dropping the unconscious thief into the darkness below.

“Sorry kid… Goodluck”
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As the sky faded, the lights came on. Sounds of business died down and was quickly replaced with the sound of laughter and pleasure. To the untrained ear, there was no difference. The red light district was awake. Morals were coming unrestrained and the scent of debauchery filled the air. Men and women of all species stepped arm-in-arm through the streets, the lonely drunks shuffled their way to the bars, and shadowy figures spread depravity throughout the city. The main street was alive with a myriad of perversion. The clinking of glass from the taverns, the seducing voices of the prostitutes pandering for clients, and the whispers and exchange of hand in the back alleys. It was a criminal’s paradise, but for this planet, it was just another night.

A tall figure stepped out of the shadows and into the main street. Moving down the strip at an idle pace, the figure glided forward, no destination seemingly in mind.
It worse a black cowl, concealing any visage that may have been present. A long, black cloak hung mere inches from the ground, and wafted gently in the cool breeze of the night. The figure walked past countless taverns and spots of the night, seemingly ignoring the world as it flowed through it.
Suddenly the tall, hooded figure stopped. It stood outside of a bar, no different than the rest, and waited intensely mere inches from the door. All that could be heard from inside was the same chatter as any other nearby tavern. Dozens of patrons laughing boisterously and carrying on conversations from within. Until suddenly the entire building began to chant.

“One…Two…Three!” The patrons from inside screamed.

On cue the door burst open. A flash of grey flew past the tall, dark figure, nearly brushing against it. The sound from within the tavern burst into the street as well. The grey flash crashed into the wall on the far side of the road, nearly taking a passerby out with it. It was a rather large, but stout, Rhintok, and he had passed out from what appeared to be heavy intoxication.

In the doorway stood two Rhintok bouncers. Both appeared buzzed, and both smiled and burst into laughter. The sheer sight of the two rhinos caused most nearby loiterers to disperse.
Happiness was not a trait that was known frequently by the Rhintok species. Seeing it in action even less frequent.
The patrons from within the bar chanted again, “There goes another one!”

The two bouncers continued their laughter and closed the door, but not before the mysterious, dark, hooded figure slipped inside.
It was just like any other bar you would find on a Terran planet. Billiard tables, bar stools, dart board. The only odd thing was the fact that there aren’t many Terrans on Pnushalbor. None-the-less, O’Manigan’s was packed full of patrons.

The smell was musty, and the air reeked of booze and cigar smoke. The tall, dark figure peered out across the crowd. The bar was L shaped and appeared to only have one bartender. A Terran woman stood behind the barrier. She polished glasses and stared out at the crowd herself, serving the occasional thirsty customer here and there.
Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, except the lone patron at the end of the bar, carrying an intense conversation with himself. The dark, hooded figured moved closer to investigate.

Pushing through the crowd, the mysterious figure approached the boisterous, lone patron. The character was hunched over the bar and concealed by his large, brown overcoat. The coat looked very old, and had an occasional leather patch-job where necessary. The figure approached slowly, picking up on the conversation the lone male was having.

“HA! Let them bastards search my ship! I unloaded all carger three days ago on my way to the Ecleseon sector!” The patron laughed, spinning around in his barstool and spilling his drink.
“It’ll take them all night to search a Retrofitted Imperion Class Frigate!”

The tall, masked figure was now standing directly behind the bar patron. Underneath the brown overcoat was a black pullover style turtleneck of woolen material. The shirt was met by semi-worn combat fatigues, and ended in similar styled combat boots. All of which were black. On the patron’s hip laid an energy blaster and a sheathed, archaic looking knife.

“Sir, are you going to buy another drink? How about your friend there too? Does he want something?” A voice squeaked from behind the counter.
“Of course I’ll have another!...Wait…Who?”
The patron’s white furred ears perked up as he spun around in the stool. The Wolvrun started as he noticed the tall, dark figure parked behind him.
“What the…Who are--,” He was interrupted.
“You are headed to the Ecleseon sector. I need a ride,” The figure spoke. The voice was masked by an oxygen regulator. It wasn’t uncommon for some of the water born species to have such gear, the Wolvrun knew that, but still held a look of curiosity on his face. Curiosity and caution.
“Aye…I am,” the Wolvrun stated hesitantly.
“I’m willing to pay, name your price.”
The Wolvrun’s ears perked up. Now the figure was speaking a language he could understand. He thought about the mysterious creature’s proposition, then burst into laughter, wiping a tear away from his face.
“Sir, your drink,” A voice from behind the bar squeaked again. The tall figure now noticed that the Wolvrun had not been talking to himself moments ago, but was attempting a conversation with a Lago Barmaid.

The Lago’s ears didn’t even raise above the bar, which reasons as to why she was unnoticeable at first. It was clear that the small, yellow rabbit was becoming perturbed with the Wolvrun. She had other patrons to tend to, and little time to listen to a drunkard. The Wolvrun grabbed his freshly poured booze, turning his attention back to the ominous figure behind him.

“Now where were we?” The Wolvrun asked, sipping on the yellowish-green liquid in his hand.
“The Ecleseon Sector. Name your price”
“Ah, thas right, I am headed that way aren’t I? A trip such as this one is a bit lengthy, one to two weeks travel from here, and that’s at full throttle!... How about I cut you a deal for ten-thousand credits? Seems a fair price to me!” The Wolvrun chuckled. He didn’t want any passengers, and a price as steep as his offer was bound to be refused. He sipped his drink once more.
“Done. Ten-Thousand credits”
The Wolvrun choked on his booze, nearly spitting it across the bar. His nostrils burned with the sting of alcohol and his eyes watered slightly.
“Ten-Thousand credits and I get my own quarters and privacy for the duration of the trip.”
The response wasn’t what he was expecting. Something was off about this mysterious figure. It only cost two to three thousand to catch a ride on a luxury liner. Why anyone would pay almost four times that amount to ride in an old warship, at half the speed, perplexed the Wolvrun. It concerned him also, but, in the moment, he was more intrigued than anything. The Wolvrun brushed his eyes and regained his composure.
“Well then, sounds like a done deal! Let’s shake on it,” The Wolvrun extended his hand,” Nice to do business with you, my name is Nephadius. Nephadius Stratus.”

The tall, dark figure extended a hand as well. It was clad in black leather, no flesh or fur visible. Nephadius grabbed the hand in a firm shake. Who, or what, this person was was immensely strong.
“Who are you?” He thought to himself.
“Aietos,” the figured answered, as if hearing the Wolvrun’s inner question, “My name is Aietos.”
“Nice to meet you Aietos… We’re set to depart as soon as my ship passes inspection.”
A green light flashed from within the Wolvrun’s coat pocket. He pulled out a thin, glass tablet and trapped it a few times.
“Speak of the devil!” Nephadius exclaimed. Quickly, the white wolf dropped from his bar stool, collecting a quick pace towards the door.

“STOP!” an all too familiar voice squeaked, “You need to pay your tab!”
The Lago barmaid had hopped onto the bar. She was shaking her business tablet at the Wolvrun, all the while motioning to the two Rhintok bouncers near the door. The bouncers no longer had smiles, and were no longer laughing. The bar fell silent.
“Aye… That. Almost forgot about that,” Nephadius said, pulling out a credit token, “How much do I owe ye?”
“23,719 Credits.”

The bar patrons broke into hushed conversations and mutters. One patron muttered a tad too loudly, “What in the hell has he been drinking that costs that much?”

“It’s not what he has been drinking. It’s when,” the busty Terran bartender spoke up, placing the glass she was polishing down onto the bar, “He’s been drinking non-stop since we opened this morning.”
This time the bar burst into open conversation. All the topics were the same. There was no way that anyone could drink that amount of liquor and be alive, let alone standing and carrying on a conversation.
“Ah,” the wolf sighed, placing his credit token over the payment icon. After a moment a large, red ‘Declined’ flashed on the screen. He tried again a moment later only to meet the same results. The Lago barmaid’s cheeks puffed up, a tint of red showing through her pale yellow fur.
“Why you no good sack of Droggah dung!” the Lago exploded, “I’ve sat and listened to you drone on all damn day while you drank out best liquors for this?” The Lago was screaming at the top of her lungs. Furious was an understatement.
“Sven! Otto! Make this guy pay for EVERY credit he stole from me today!”
The bouncers moved away from the door, shuffling across the bar towards Nephadius.
“Now, now, no need for violence!” The Wolvrun said, “I’ll pay.”
Nephadius turned and whispered to the tall, black hooded Aietos, “How about helping a friend out?” Aietos stood unfazed by the question. No reaction. No response.
“I didn’t think so…” Nephadius sighed. The Wolvrun looked around, searching for an escape route. His eyes fell on a large chalk board.

‘Red 120 – The Strongest Liquor in the Universe! Drink a shot and last 30 seconds before passing out and your tab is on the house!’

Nephadius stared at the board intensely until the Terran bar tender spoke up.
“You can’t take the challenge,” she spoke. The Wolvrun’s face turned to dismay. Before Nephadius could rebuttal, the woman continued, “Red 120 is toxic to Wolvruns. The brew will kill you, and even if it doesn’t kill you, no one has ever beaten the challenge.”
The wolf grinned slyly.
“I won’t let you take the challenge either. If, and when you fail, I’ll still be out the credits, and I’ll have a dead and bloody Wolvrun in my Tavern. It’s a lose-lose situation.”
This time the Wolf smiled a large, devilish smile.
“I’ll win… and I’ll leave here without spending a dime,” He said smartly. The entire bar starred at the Wolvrun as he made his speech.
“If I lose, and I won’t, you’ll get your credits. My associate here will pay my tab,” Nephadius gestured to the tall, masked figure standing beside him. Aietos stood unfazed. He then turned and addressed the figure directly, “and if I die, you can have my ship.”
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Maverick Hunter - Chapter 2
A science fiction adventure about love and loss.

Keywords
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strangetales
8 years, 4 months ago
You really painted a neat universe here. The discriptions were all great, could picture everything you described and it was well paced. I'm super curious about what happened to the Wolvrun theif and what part he will play in the story. Also the main character is very likeable, his ending was very comical, good stuff. I've always wanted to do a scifi story as I'm such a fan of the genre, but never felt I would know how to start in a way that would give it justice while being compelling and original. I feel as though this has easily captured both. Really looking forward to reading the rest :)
Blackstratus
8 years, 4 months ago
Thanks for the detailed "review" of sorts man! I greatly appreciate it. Helps keep me motivated :D
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