Fan Fiction ❯ Bounty Hunter ❯ The Pendant ( Chapter 2 )

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The empire: The galaxy spanning realm of the human race, ruled by the god-emperor on terra.

Imperial Guard: The totallity of human conventional forces, numbering billons.

Adeptus Arbites: The empirial institution that is responsible for law and order.

Inquisition: The empirial institution that hunts down heretics and fights agains demons and aliens (XENOS)

Gil felt miserable, her side was stinging from the broken rib and her head felt like somebody was working with a sledge hammer on it.

She put on her normal fatigues, her old guard issue combat trousers, a new top, just like the one she wore sleeping and a light flak-jacket, that she always wore open and only covered her torso, but left the arms open. The outfit was completed by her hoster, that she wore losely over one hip and fastened at her right leg. In it went the las-pistol and two additional charges for it.

The Desert Eagle came into a holster fixed to the inside of her jacket.

She took two more magazines with the ancient gunpowder bullets and put them inside her pocket.

Then she put on her armored boots and tied her hair back, so that it would losely hang over her left shoulder. After she checked again if she didn't forget anything, she put on her worn black leather gloves and put fire to the matrace and the waterpurifier.

She thought that it was ironic, that the purifier burned faster then the matrace, because of the chemicals it used.

She walked out of her blazing home and looked a last time at the two corpses lying in it.

"No one will be able to trace this back to me." And then left throug the broken door.

Once on the ground level, she could already hear sirens and the screams of bystanders, as the flames licked out of the window and at the next building.

She walked away without looking back, wondering if anybody would make it out alive.

Later

Gil sat on a table in some docter, that's what he calls himsel at least, and let him finish fixing her broken rip. With a content last look at the bandages he stood up and opened his hand. She put the very rest of her money into the medicos hand and he left with no word, closing the door behind her.

Gil just put on her vest again, when she realised, that he wasn't coming back. Instead she could hear booted feet moving outside the door. Without a warning the door was blown away by a charge and a man in full guard combat gear stormed through the door. He was holding a riotgun and fired it on full automatic in the room.

Gil dived backwards off the table and pulled out her own guns. Shrapnel from the table filled the air and cut her arms. She landed in a crouching position on her feet and took aim. She hit the guy in the stomach with one round of the DEagle and his leg with a blast of the laser. She could smell ozon mixed with the stench of burned flesh and the soldier fell back out the door.

Somebody threw a grenade around the corner and she dived immediatly for cover behind a medical metal crate. The grenade detonated with a loud bang and she heard the blood rushing in her ears. It was a vacuum grenade designed to stun people, luckily the crate was fairly solid and absorbed most of the blast. Still she felt nauseous when she got on her feet again.

A old man was walking through the smoking door frame. His face showed signs of inhuman age and bore more scars than an Ork after a headbutting contest. Still he radiated power and dignity more than anybody else she had seen or heard of, save the emperor. But it didn't matter to Gil, god or not, he was here for her and she wasn't going to surrender just because an old man walked in and looked special.

She lifted her guns and fired two shots at his face. The air around him lighted up and and the energy was absorbed.

"Personal shield" gil thought as the stranger lifted up a strange weapon and fired.

The last thing Gil saw before the blackness overcame her was the medalion in the shape of an I, the signature sign of the inquisition.

She was walking through thick mist. Her flashlight died long ago and she lost all sense of direction. Her voxbead was only transmitting static and she was alone. Her scanner showed no sign of movement and it was difficult to see further than ten feet.

She didn't know what happened to the others, but humans must have fought here, because the signs of las-gun fire were everywhere. Suddenly she stumbled and fell into a clearing. Mud splashed up and a lizard ran away. She sat up and wiped of her face, when she saw a helmet lying right next to her feet. She picked it up and read the name written on it in blue letters: `Mavon' She jumped up immedeatly, "Sarge can you hear me?" "…" Sarge?" "…" "SARGE!?!"

She woke up in the back of a transporter, drained in cold sweat again, to her surprise she noticed, she wasn't restraint.

Although her guns and vest were missing. She looked around to see if she could find something that could be impovised as a weapon, but the only thing she found was a bar, that had been welded to the frame of the truck. She could hear voices from the cabin in front.

Two male and a female:

"She really showed you off Vassili." the female voice said.

"Shut up. She was lucky, that's all." the one male, Vassili answered.

The female laughed, it was a warm laugh, like those she had heard a thousand times between troopers in the guards.

" I wouldn't call it luck hitting you twice with a broken rip and the surprise on your side." the female said.

"I'd say it's skill and the lack of brains you Catachan's are grown."

"You! SAY THAT AGAIN AND I…" "ENOUGH, you two! Concentrate on our duty!

We are almost there and this new procurement of mine will make a good augmentation."

The chatter stopped at the third voice and she was left again in silence with doubt about what her captors plan with her. Just the fact, that one of them had to do with the inqusition was enough to make her uneasy.

The transporter stopped finally and she could hear the passengers disembark. Her heart was beating faster, she didn't want to die, but maybe it was better then falling into the hands of the inqusition.

The strangers walked round to the backdoor and somebody was working on the lock.

With a rusty creak the door slid open and she saw three figures standing outside watching her. A dropship was waiting behind them, it also bore the mark of the inqusition.

Two of the figures were those who apprehended her, the soldier had now a white bandage on his leg where she hit him, but still sported the shotgun he used before. It was trained firmly at her and he looked like he would like to enjoy paying Gil back. The female voice was actually a girl, she was standing next to the door and wore tight fitting trousers and a top, that expressed her curves prominently. She also had a harness with several technical tools and a sniper-las-rifle slung over her back. The equipment was completed by a belt with three throwing knives and a standard pattern las pistol, including the necesseary ammunition. Even more eyecatching to Gil, was the fact that she carried her flak-jacket and weapons over her shoulder. She just stood in the door and smiled at her, crossing her arms in front of her.

The last of them was the old man, with the inquisitorial amulett. He was standind there relaxed and his features remained a mask. So close he seemed even more ancient than before, but his mere presence made a cold shiver rund down her back. His eyes were like black gems and she felt like getting sucked in a blackhole looking into them. He wore a long grey trenchcoat and she could see the bulges where he concealed weapons under it. He eyed her for a moment and then loosened up. He spoke with great authority and the words, or more like the sound of them, made feel like dropping into a dark and bottomless pit.

"I am `Inqusitor Belarius' of the order Xenos of the holy emperor's inquisition. You are in my custody, but it is your choice, whether you want to join my enturage in our holy mission and fight for the emperor once again or not, in which case I will have to turn you over to the adeptus arbites for the unlawful murder of this world's subjects." he finished locking his eyes with her and she couldn't turn away although she wanted to. She wanted to be anywhere except here, but she also knew that Belarius was not a man to be argued with. "I am in real trouble now, but I can't get out. He got me right where he wants me and if I say no he is going to hand me over." she realised that she had no choice and she didn't want to die so all she said was "I choose to fight." "Wise choice my child." Gil was shocked to hear his voice in her head, "Oh yes, my new toy. I'm a psychic, but rest assured, I am in full control over my powers and protected from evil by the emperor himself." After he finished he broke his stare and Gil turned away, her eyes were hurting badly and she felt like somebody had sucked her out.

Belarius smiled briefly and spoke "Very well my subjects, Melissa give her her weapons back, Vassili lower your gun. This Bounty Hunter is now part of our mission for the emperor."

Vassili lowered the gun reluctantly, Gil could see that he still disliked her for shooting him. But as far as she was concerned that didn't matter, he was her smallest problem.

At least the girl, Melissa, gave her her jacket and weapons back and she smiled at her friendly. Belarius pointed at the dropship and ordered them to embark. He walked ahead and Vassili limped behind, not before throwing an angry look at Gil. Melissa indicated to Gil to follow them and walked with her to the waiting ship.

Inside it was dark and the passenger cabin was small and you could smell incence out of two small torches. Belarius was no where to be seen, but Vassili sat at the back in one of the simple metal seat welded to the deck. Melissa said "Belarius is in the cockpit talking with the pilot. Sit down here." and indicated Gil to sit in a seat in the middle of the cabin. The seats were assembled in four rows going through the whole cabin. Two rows on the walls and two more back to back in the center, just like in the guard troop carriers she was used to. Gil sat down in the seat and Melissa sat down opposite her, after she secured her rifle.

The pilot fired up the engine as soon as they had sat down and she could feel the ship lift up and accelerating quickly, leaving the planet fast behind.

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This time not much action, but I had to get the plot going. So I hope you still liked it.

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