[Kiuza D. Braza]
- Ocean Intro -
Sipping down alcoholic swill through the little space he had to fit the rim of a glass through the otherwise sealed helmet he wore, Kiuza absentmindedly kept oddly green oculars on a nearby screen. Just the local newsreel that had played at least a dozen times since he sat himself down in this bustling bar, nothing in particular that caught his attention per usual. At this point, he was simply taking the peace that came from not having sights trained on his person. It wouldn't last, but he was more than prepared, or he'd not be in the position he was. Long since had the Naki accepted the path he walked and the future he'd lead when the Zeloans tore his home apart with an orbital strike. Before, Kiuza never found himself a man for politics, especially when related to his profession. Individuals or an entire faction hired this savant of a weapon technician when they wanted the absolute authority on efficiency in bringing death to another. He cared not for their reasons or what cause they served. All he asked was how he could tailor a design to the needs they had. He always thought it amusing, his people were well known and in hot commodity for their less than legal gun manufacturing and modifications; yet by the same lips that would bar their creations, did a deal be made to purchase in bulk. War, war never changes; of the most importance would be just how many bodies a side put to the earth on the battlefield.
Perhaps in these numerous dealings did Kiuza become complacent. While true in that he'd met with and been contracted by the Zeloans in the past, he figured that the quality provided would keep them fat and happy. Clearly by the glassed hole in the ground that used to be his home such was not the case. Latching the front of his mask securely he set the empty glass down on the table and paid his tab. Few cared for his appearance in this place, as there were several oddities hanging around this dive. It was the closest place for a drink near the local race track, and everyone came here to talk about the outcomes. What kind of haul they pulled in from bets, or losses, even. In here, Kiuza picked his next ride off this rock; a racer who'd been persuaded into a drinking contest by a certain lizard with light insults about his skills in his profession. His ID card and keys were now safely tucked away in one of the many pockets of Kiuza's jacket, and the man more than let his lips flap about specifics of how his ship worked when goaded about it. The Morning Star he called it, a ship able to rival that instant flash of light when the sun rises over the horizon. A bit of embellishment for sure, but Kiuza did not doubt it could clock a decent run at the tracks; he'd seen such first hand. All that mattered was that it would put more than a few parsecs between him and his Zeloan pursuers before they figured out where he darted off to next.
Pushing up from his seat and almost on queue did a pair of new faces barge through the entrance to the establishment. Kiuza wouldn't even turn towards them, he knew his moment to breathe had passed and he started to make his way towards the back door. Without knowing that he was in fact who they were chasing, the hunters dared not open fire into an innocent crowd less they be reprimanded. In the alley out now behind the bar, the Naki had enough time to reach into his jacket and pull out a small disk. Tapping one of the panels on the face and moving the slider about half way, he dropped it on the filthy ground behind him and went about his way hurrying to the tracks where his new ship was being stored away. One thing was for sure, he had no intention of sticking around when the gift he left went off. From the door burst the same two men that entered prior, one could tell just by their insignia that each belonged to the Zeloan army in some manner or another. "You go that way, I'll go the other. Find him, he can't get too far since we flagged the ride he came here on." Nodding, both went their respective ways. A few steps to the right of the door, however, did a low hum come from the ground. A single exclamation of confusion came from the soldier that triggered the mine before a single silver ball popped up from the disk. In a split second did that low hum turn into a screech, a razor-thin line of green energy being shot out horizontally from the object. Neither had much time to react, the one closest to the proximity mine being bisected at the gut almost immediately, falling to the ground in a mess of intestines and blood. His partner managed to catch what was coming, turning around in time to try and drop as low as he could to avoid it. Sadly, all this resulted in was losing the top of his head. Like his ally, he fell face first, brain matter spilling out like a shattered egg.
Kiuza who by this point knew what had transpired by the series of sounds coming from the computer attached to his forearm breathed easy. That better had been worth it on his part because he had none of those shredder mines left. Up ahead the storage unit was in sight, and like the pilot had said, the guards too were out having a good time for the evening. Coming to the towering fence of the holding facility the technician pulled out the ID card and scanned it at the gate, immediately getting a chime in reply and the mechanisms whirring to life to pull open the solid metal entrance. With it closing behind him, Kiuza now had the hassle of finding out exactly which one belonged to the racer. He knew it'd be marked with the team insignia, a sun with a ship flying through the center of it, but that still didn't help much when there had to be at least a few dozen spread out over the entire compound; he better get to work finding it. Picking up the pace of his movement, he darted along from one building to the next. Each minute that passed by meant one less he had ahead of the Zeloans. Right now what he needed was a stroke of luck more than anything. Corner rounded in a hurry, practically skidding on his feet his mouth curled into as much of a grin as it could for someone of his race. There it was, that ugly fuck of design lit up in the darkness of night. Like before, he was able to raise the shed's door with the drunk pilot's card. His lucky streak continuing, the ship indeed was there, and after opening up the cockpit to climb in started to run a quick diagnostic. "Please let there be enough fuel." After it began, Kiuza linked the computer of the ship to keep an eye on it without sitting in the seat. Now he could keep guard of the perimeter which he'd attend to after jumping to the cold metal below. The area remained silent, kept far enough away from any commotion aside from the hum of his acquired vessel and a couple signals at his wrist sporadically.
Diagnostic complete
Rang from his computer, and he turned to get back into the pilot seat. A little uncomfortable he found it, definitely not designed for someone of his stature in mind. His fears were alleviated as his eyes scrolled down the list he had been given from the scan he ran. Not only did were the tanks nearly full, but it had been recently tuned up and carefully inspected, probably for the race tomorrow. Engines slowly powered to life, the Naki having decided everything was in order. There was a general course laid out in his mind for where he wanted to end up next, and with the fuel levels being what they were should be just enough to get there. Out of the storage unit, the lizard piloted his ship slowly around, trying to find a stretch of land long enough to take off from. This site has been designed to hold ships though, so he had little fear in such a task. As expected there was an empty lot not too far away he lined up and let the engines roar sending him along at a breakneck speed. The man pulled up and ascended into the dark bowl of space dotted with stars as far as the eye could see. This wasn't a large planetoid by any means, simply a small moon of a giant red gas giant. In the distance, several ships could be seen floating about, and not that he could tell from where he was, they were assumed to be Zeloan crafts waiting out his old vessel. Hopefully, they wouldn't pursue him immediately. Coordinates set, Kiuza punched it causing him to slam into the back of his seat as the ship jolted forward and appeared as a tiny spark while it vanished into space.
His ship coming out of warp, Kiuza found himself in the Sol System. A spec of dust in the grand scheme of things, but what better place for him to hide than the target of their aggression. Quickly, he scanned through the collection of planets and rocks that had some type of habitation on them and came up with a rough list that only one stood out as being a viable choice for him at the moment. The last thing he wanted was to spend another minute in an enclosed environment, so Earth it would be. From here he could pretty much coast to the world and dock, so he kicked it into autopilot and waited out the few hours it'd take for him to fly to Earth. The time passed and Kiuza turned resumed control upon seeing the blue marble in sight, all that water, if he didn't know any better he might think that it was inhabited by fish more than land walkers. Com radio in hand, he sent the typical signal from his ship to ask for landing then opened the mic and relayed it personally. "Bravo Indigo Delta three one four one zero eight eight two, Morning Star looking to dock." What he was greeted with, however, was silence, even after another few hails. Were they seriously ignoring his requests? Or perhaps they shut the ports down in preparation for the Zeloans. Either way, he had no intention of turning around, partially because he'd spent pretty much the entire fuel tank getting here in that jump; it was a small race ship after all. A single trip from system to system to get to an event was all it was made for. Without someone on the other end to accept his docking, he'd simply crash. Left with only one option, he turned to point the front of the ship at the surface. In this, he began to set a trajectory to make contact with the land somewhere, because fuck him if he were to touch down in the water. When his course was set he powered down the engines, the last thing the lizard needed was his engines flaring up and taking him out before he even got close to the ground.
In minutes, the situation went from peacefully approaching, a few bumps here and there, to screeching through the atmosphere with practically every sensor and alarm on the panels surrounding him going off. Kiuza gave out a shout for everything to just shut up, which of course didn't work nor did it make him feel any better about what he was about to go through. As Kiuza continued his decent it was time for him to grip at the controls and take a deep breath. This wouldn't be the first time he needed to enter a planet. He just hoped it wouldn't be the last. Odds for surviving a crash landing have gone up dramatically in the years gone by, but by no means was it something one wanted to experience. His vision was pretty much nil, a flaming blaze covering the cockpit screen and would remain such until he made it further towards the surface. Finally, the ship stopped shaking as though it was about to tear itself apart, exterior cooling to the point where the weaponsmith could stare at the landscape below. "Shit." Would be all he grumbled, a sprawling city below him, unavoidable now that his fins had pretty much fused together from the extreme heat. As long as the emergency chute and backup thrusters were still operational. At least the atmosphere had slowed his speed down considerably, however, he was still coming in way too hot to hit any of what he saw looming much closer now. Kiuza slammed the console to activate the thrusters to decelerate what was basically a rocket. All he received in return was a sputtering click. Well, his luck had to run out at some point. From his eyes, a tall structure stood out, for sure this is where he'd impact. If any chance of survival was to be had, he'd have to hit the chute at the right time to hopefully reduce the momentum to not tear the craft and himself to pieces. Almost there, he could count the seconds on his hand; it was now or never. With that though, he pulled the lever, if it didn't come out he was dead for sure. From the back, a massive black mesh of highly resistant fiber opened up and gave enough of a halt to shove the lizard back into his seat. A single 'oomph' came out of his lungs, right before the ship barreled through the glass and concrete of the side of the building. No explosion came from the hole, just a cloud of the debris, so it was anyone's guess to the outcome.
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