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Local space station, Wild Space, A Galaxy, far, far away
Year 22 ABY
Blaster fire erupted as the siren alarms nearly drowned it out throughout the semi-darkened hallway. Turning the left corner was a figure clad in green armor took cover as several laser bolts flew past her, hitting the wall on the opposite end. Scowling underneath the helmet Minerva Fhirdiad thought. They couldn't hit a drunken Hutt.
On the other end she heard the angry shouting and curses being thrown in her direction. It caused the mercenary to chuckle. "They're not happy. Well I just stole this artifact from them, whatever it is." Briefly she looked down a small plated container held in her right arm.
Amusement transformed into determination. The Mandalorian drew a flashbang with the free hand, activating it before tossing the device back toward the hostiles. The resulting flash caused many to cry out in pain.
Subsequently Minerva rockets off her feet via jetpack. Seconds later she exited the hallway, entering a hanger, filled with fuel cells and crates arranged in rows. Then was one dark painted vessel docked in the center. The armored warrior flew straight toward it. Immediately the few cultists wearing orangish garb lounged about or working came to their senses and opened fire on her, joined by their comrades coming out of the entrance.
Swerving left to right in order to dodge the murderous fire Minerva quickly pressed a button on her left wrist gauntlet. The ship's ramp at the rear side and she dived in moments later. Inside she turned off the jetpack and rolled to the floor twice before collapsing sideways. Grunting in slight pain she then pressed the button that closed the ramp while rushing through the interior for the cockpit.
Jumping in the pilot's seat, Minerva placed the container in the co-pilot chair. Frantically she activated her ship taking the flight controls with both hands. The whine of the ship's engines caused the crew to fire blaster bolts at its rear hull. Soon a booming voice on the intercom called out.
"Close the hanger door now!"
Lifting up from the ground and the dual landing gear, front and back closed up. From the cockpit Minerva quickly noted the metal door materializing from above. Alarmed at the development, the merc punched in a quick set of coordinates and turned on the hyperdrive generator.
This is gonna cut it close.
Much to the horror of a dozen or more hostiles they realized what their thief was actually doing. They stopped firing and tried to flee but it was too late. Minerva pulled the lever and the vessel jumped straight into lightspeed. The resulting blue burst of flames from the engines ignited the fuel cells meters away, into a massive furious explosion consuming the unfortunate cultists still there.
Simultaneously the Mandalorian's craft escaped the hangar just as the latter's door was fully closed. Just before Minerva could celebrate the container due to the violent turbulence fell off the seat and it opened. A strange crystal-like sphere with emerald markings crashed to the floor. Upon impact the artifact shattered with a powerful electrical charge that instantly coursed through the whole ship.
"Manda!" Minerva exclaimed in pain as she withdrew her shocked hands from the controls and sparks flew.
To her greater alarm the entire vessel suddenly lurched out of hyperspace spinning out of control with a green burst of energy. The mercenary held on to her seat for dear life as the ship hurtled uncontrollably through space. Finally Minerva lost consciousness. Seconds later the strange energy dissipated and the vessel stopped but was damaged in the process quite distance away from a green terrestrial world. Unknown to the unconscious Mandalorian, an unknown ship, a large freighter class made its approach within twenty minutes having just witnessed what just happened…
Planet Korlus, Imir System, Eagle Nebula, Milky Way Galaxy
Year 2190 CE
Stirring, Minerva winced as she sat up in a bunk feeling sore all over groaning a bit. Immediately she realized something was wrong with widened eyes. My armor is gone! Looking at her bare hands she glanced all over herself, confirming the terrible truth. She now wore only her black sleeveless shirt, green brownish pants and footwear. In addition, Minerva's weapons were missing as well.
"Took you long enough." A man's voice remarked meters away.
The Mandalorian jolted her head toward the source. Staring back at her from behind rust covered cell bars was a blue armored middle aged human male. The man in question had reddish hair and a big beard. His expression was filled with vicious amusement and arrogance. The very sight of him pissed her off and she exclaimed jumping up from the bunk.
"Who are you and where am I?!"
Snorting in reaction the man shook his head. "You're in no position to make demands, lady. I'm in charge here. If ya play nice with me perhaps we can work something out."
Minerva narrowed her eyes and lips bitten in growing frustration. At the sight her 'host' chuckled he then said.
"My, my if looks could kill. Well I might as well introduce myself. I'm Commander Quincy Quentin of the Blue Suns, specifically in charge of this outpost."
Puzzled, the Mandalorian raised an eyebrow. Never heard of the Blue Suns. Then again it is a large galaxy. She thought to herself not realizing yet of her true circumstances. Quincy smirked all the more.
"Still confused I see. Not that matters to me but your ship, tech and weapons have proved rather fascinating."
Anger boiling within Minerva squeezed her fists. "Ya thieving mynock! If you wish to live you're returning all of my property and let me out of this cell!"
At first surprised by the insult Quincy sneered at her newest demands, retorting.
"Get it your skull little girl, there is nothing you can do except answer my questions. Who are you exactly?"
Crossing arms over her chest, Minerva displayed a stony expression. The Blue Suns commander tried again.
"Me and my boys just came from a job when your ship appeared out a bright light. You were knocked out when we found you in the cockpit and helped ourselves to the contents."
His smugness faded as genuine curiosity was on display. "I must say I never came across interesting gear and your ship itself is different from what we saw in the the Terminus Systems. Perhaps something new from Citadel Space?"
At those words Minerva titled her head, utterly confused. "Terminus Systems, Citadel Space… What are you talking about? I never heard any of these places."
"What?!" Commander Quinten exclaimed in disbelief. "Don't dumb with me! Everyone with a brain knows these things. You're a human like me crying out loud."
"I'm nothing like you scum!" She fired back although within the confines of her mind Minerva became more concerned.
I must be further in Wild Space or even Unknown Regions. Have to find a way out of this.
Growing impatience with this conversation Commander Quincy said.
"Since you won't talk willingly we will do this the hard way."
At the snap of his left fingers two more men in blue armor came cover with guns drawn. One of them however, took Minerva completely off guard with his four dark eyes with a flat stripe of rigid cartilage runs along the top of the head. The skin itself was yellow-greenish. At her staring the alien frowned before sarcastically asking in a deep, guttural voice.
“Never seen a Batarian before?"
Minerva said nothing, still in shock before they opened her and approached. She would have resisted but the human guard and Quincy had their guns drawn on her while the Batarian came forward with handcuffs. Frustration mounting Minerva's hands nonetheless were locked on tight and she was escorted out of the cell by the trio of mercs into a makeshift hallway.
As they marched on, Minerva silently told herself.
I don't know where am I but I won't let this sleemos get the best of me. As soon as the opportunity presents itself they will pay. All of them.
(Tag: @Raynar Saassin )