So It Starts

They call me Dash Nukem a man of perfection, integrity, and diligence.

"Damn you criminal! Bring back the stolen goods you rascal!" An Executioner officer screamed as he waved his laser blaster around before aiming towards me.

Well, my statement may differ from person to person but my statement still remains a fact. Dashing away I Jumped from building to building quickly maneuvering through the bustling city of Dellyon.

Dellyon was your average rich city packed to the brim full of guards and rich folk. The perfect place to steal from though and a risky one at that.

The city stacked tall with buildings created by expensive materials and skyscrapers that reached the atmosphere. Their ego were higher than their skyscrapers aswell. The city was also heavily fortified by a forcefield and was armed to the teeth.

These people had it all in here but what about the people outside? They had it fairly alright though the blood that spilled the roads and sidewalks that's a different story.

Dodging the many blasts of Lazers I quickly constructed mini forcefield to block em. Though each hit took a tole on my FFCG short for Forcefield construct gloves. Each blast was sucking the energy of my gloves dry.

Running through the near-endless skyscrapers they finally cornered me into a building with no other to cross on to.

"Hold it their buster you ain't moving from your spot before we kill you what you say in your defense of the EOTL?" The Executioner Questioned his fingers barely pulling on the trigger as too the rest of the surround officers next to him.

"How is your mother Garret? She doing well?" I sneered before chucking a stink grenade and falling backward.

"Damn it! Put on the gas masks on maggots!" The executioner screeched before pushing forward only to see me looking back at him on skyscraper ahead the gap too large to cross. Waving at him I proceeded to jump on my cloaked ship before blasting off.

"Commander Nukem incoming call from {Client X} do you wish to accept the call" My A.I asked its voice echoing throughout my spaceship.

"Foward it through Hendricks," I answered before pulling out my leftover burger I left on my dashboard.

"Do you have the package?" The client asked his voice piercing through the speaker.

"Yeah. It's at the back. Did you guys know that Cheese And Please establishment on sector 9 planet Coxsmoll got some really good burgers? Anyway, you lot really got some balls to get this thing you know that?" I smiled munching on my leftover burger and looking back at my 'borrowed' loot.

"We could say the same for you Dash Nukem. Now stop wasting my time and deliver it at the waypoint," The Client retorted before ending the call.

"Damn tight ass probably has no girlfriend" I spat before telling Hendricks to head towards the outer district of Dellyon nicknamed The Butchers Ring.

Finally making my way out of my cloaked ship I made it out toward the location a bar called the deli. Finding myself a table I sat it out and slid the suitcase under the table before waiting for the person to arrive.

"So do you have it," The client whispered his voice almost being a squeak if it weren't me actively trying to listen. Tapping the table I started to walk away before the entrance was blocked off by three buffed guys holding X-Tex guns.

What were X-Tec guns? They were weapons developed by the Galactic troopers trying to take over the People's Regime an empire composed of all races. The galactic troopers though were a bunch of racists who didn't like the prospect of racial intermingling and well his people agreed.

Though the weapons itself were to mess the cells of the body into mush the process was excruciating. It wasn't a weapon for killing but for torture. Any means of recovering a body for a loved one for closure would immediately be impossible or saddening seeing your comrades corpse is one thing but seeing him into mush with his face on it with blood gurgling out his ears and eyes even? That wasn't something you would want to see.

"We are the butcher's men we have a list of question we would like people to ask if you do not cooperate with us we will be forced to gun you down," The three men demanded before walking around.

The reason why he was called the butcher you may ask? He ate the corpse of the people that were shot by the X-tec guns a crazy fella indeed though he does what he wants he better no involve me though.

Moving past them I made it to my ship. That Item wasn't my problem anymore. Hearing the loud gunshot I Looked at my account. I just received 20 million creds. Smiling I headed to sector 9 I was feeling hungry after that run.

"Hendricks head to sector 9 Cheese and Please," I exclaimed pointing my finger ahead.

" Warp travel to {Sector 7} Waypoint The Siren's calling," Hendrick replied before zooming off.

"Don't travel there deactivate warp travel Hendricks!" I spat that place was one hell of a hell hole.

"Unable to do so Commander," Hendricks chuckled before we zoomed off to Sector 7.