Friday Night Drabble Party!
Happy Friday to you all!
What a glorious Friday it is! Do you know why it is so glorious? Because Roak: Galactic Bounty Hunter is here!
There are thousands of bounty hunters across the galaxy. Solid professionals that take jobs based on the credits the bounties afford. They follow the letter of the law so they can maximize those credits.
Licensed, bonded, legal.
Then there’s Roak.
Deadly, unstoppable, invisible.
No criminal or military records. No files or folders with his name on them. No cybernetic implants to track. No proof he even exists except for a reputation for getting the job done. Roak is the bounty hunter called when someone is looking for the opposite of licensed, bonded, legal.
Now someone has ignored his reputation and made a very big mistake.
Double-crossed and left to die, Roak survives and sets out to exact vengeance and get paid what he is owed.
But he’s not unreasonable.
While his fee may have just gone up, the bloody, brutal revenge is on the house.
Ain’t that just the coolest? The answer is yes.
Go get that puppy! DO IT!
Now, on with our 100 words of micro-fiction!
Ready For Whatever
The artery sprayed blue.
Not red, but blue.
Vicky hadn’t expected that.
In less than a second, the wall was completely coated, the dozen spurted splatters joined into a dripping, blurred mural of violence.
Knife gripped tight, Vicky kicked the dead man away from her and spun to meet the other attackers.
No one was there. Her scanner had counted four. But the corridor was empty.
“What are you?” she whispered at the corpse as she slid her backup blade from her boot.
The empty airlock loomed before her. She took a deep breath and stepped through, ready for whatever.
Disclaimer: Blue bloods, am I right?