Fiction:Hunter in Arms

Uran sighed as shifted in for the night in his tree on the planet Personui. It was tough being a bounty hunter. It was cool when you had jobs, everyone thought you were cool and looked up to you. And as long as you didn't mess up the job, you got a pretty hefty pay as well. Uran had failed two jobs and he remembered having to flee for his life as those ugly Gnosh pursued him in the halls of the ship. Firing energy blasts from Pulse Guns, Beams Cannons, and snarling in some tongue Uran never understood while the corridors exploded in flames. Those were the last times Uran had taken jobs for corrupt and evil bosses. He wasn't going to help evil by being a tool in their schemes. That was why he took jobs for people who needed it, and he even helped sabotage-

What was that?

Uran shot upright, his sensitive ears having heard the sound of rock falling down a hill. Uran crouched on the tree, his yellow cat-like eyes surveying the surronding forest. Placing a hand on his grenade pistol under his black coat, Uran kept watching the dark woods. He saw nothing, but night animals like vaporisie, tree durs, and those ugly looking worms that lived under the bark of trees. Maybe it was just some night predator, maybe he was being paranoid.

Then Uran saw it. The glint of the moon reflected off the red armor. The figure was crouching next to a large tree, being hidden in the shrubbery growing around were he sat. Uran growled in annoyance. Probably an assassin sent to take him out. And since it was HIM, it wouldn't be a pushover either. Uran leveled his grenade pistol at the figure. Maybe this would be over quick-

Fast as lightning, the figure fired a ball of energy out its gun. Uran's didn't have time to move before the tree he sitting on exploded, sending him flying into the air. Uran gave a yell before smashing into the forest floor at full speed. Uran rolled across the ground before he finally stopped. Groaning, Uran rubbed his head. That was gonna hurt in the morning. He cursed at himself. Why hadn't he noticed that gun?!

Remembering the threat, Uran jumped up, only for another blast of energy to be greeting him. Uran was ready this time and jumped over the blast of energy, as it smashed into the hill a few feet away, causing the hill to explode into flames, sending dirt and charred grass flying everywhere. Uran pulled out his own grenade pistol and fired at the place were the blast was fired from. A high-projectile grenade shot out of his pistol and slammed into the undergrowth causing it explode also. Uran grunted. That was over quick.

Then he heard another crunching of branches behind him. Uran spun around and found himself staring at the 13 foot tall figure in clear view. The figure was wearing a red colored Bio-Suit, competed with a visor were eyes would be, and a breathing apparatus were the mouth would be. He had put his gun, which Uran recognized as a pulsator pistol, in the belt on his torso. The figure looked at him, and Uran grinned, aiming his pistol at the figure's head. "Guess you just accepted your fate huh?" Uran said.

"You should accept yours." The figure said. His voice sounded very robotic, meaning he was probably using a voice disguiser. Uran again growled in annoyance. That meant if he got away, he wouldn't be able to find this freak later.

"Accept what? This?!" Uran yelled, firing another grenade from his pistol. The figure didn't even flinch, the grenade slamming into his armor. Uran's eyes widened as he saw it didn't cause any damage to the suit. Must be pretty strong armor.

"No. Your death, Uran. You've been causing trouble long enough for the smuggling organization. Sabotaging illegal spice runs and destroying a major distributing factory. You should be more stealthy, or else they wouldn't have hired me to find you." The figure said. Uran's eyes narrowed.

"And just who are you, "sir"?" Uran said, smiling.

The figure cocked his head. Then he charged forward, catching Uran completely off guard. The figure slammed into him like a lightspeed ship, his entire body slamming into Uran. Uran flew backward but didn't fall. He tried to fire his grenade pistol again, but the figure swung his fist and knocked it out of Uran's arm. The figure then kicked Uran in the chest. Uran gasped, the leaving his body. He heard a crack. Probably his rib.

Uran went flying backward and slammed onto his back. He coughed, trying to regain his breath. Then he found himself staring into the barrel of the figure's pulsator pistol. The finger around the weapon closed toward the trigger. Uran narrowed his eyes, refusing to go out with closed eyes.

Then he heard the sound of high-powered engine. A black sleek ship with bat-shaped wings flew past. The Shadowis. Uran loved his ship. The cannons underneath the ship fired upon the figure. One shot slammed into the figure's shoulder, causing a shower of sparks to fly forth. The figure jumped into the air, over Uran. Uran smiled. Good thing he had his ship make security passes.

Uran rolled toward his fallen grenade pistol and grabbed it. Jumping up, he saw the figure leveling his own gun at Uran again. Uran fired, the grenade flying forward and slamming into the figures pulsator pistol. The pistol exploded and pieces of burned metal flew into all directions. Uran smiled. "If you were the best they've got, I'm very disappointed."

The figure turned toward him. "I'm am the best Uran, the best bounty hunter there will ever be."

Uran's eyes widened. "Your not-"

A whirring noise caught Uran's attention. He saw a Plasma Blade activate from the figure's wrist like some hot serpent. The figure sprang forward with lightning speed, the blade aimed at Uran's heart. Well, one of them anyway. Uran brought up his grenade pistol to block the blow and the blade slashed the grenade pistol in half, sending the two pieces bouncing to the grass below. Then immense pain flooded through Uran as the blade kept going and slashed off Uran's thumb.

Uran screamed and gritted his teeth, as he cluched the stump were his thumb had been. Smoke sizzled from it, his entire thumb landing on the forest floor. Uran tried to back up, get better ground, but then he turned around and noticed that he was standing at the edge of a cliff. The figure's foot shot forward, slamming into Uran's chest again. This time, Uran felt two ribs break after being kicked by the armored foot. Uran flew backward, feeling nothing but air. He felt the air flying past him, wave through his coat and hair. Uran watched the cliff get smaller as he began to gain speed as he freefell. He gave a growl of annoyance before he felt one last immense wave of pain then, darkness.

Geonarc looked over the edge of the cliff. He was fairly certain his prey had been killed, but always safe then sorry. Activating his life-scan, he scanned the area. No sentient life signs detected. Geonarc unhooked a fusion grenade from his arm. Still, better extremely safe then sorry. Geonarc tossed the grenade into the valley and walked away from it torward his ship awaiting him on the mountains three miles away. Geonarc crushed several mole lice as he walked, a shockwave of energy exploding in the gorge, vaporizing everything within.