A Transport, An Officer, and A Sledgehammer (Red Faction Part 1)

Red Faction

Origin: Colonist (Drop-In)

Era: Red Faction Guerilla (50cp)

Background: 23 Years of Age, Female (50cp)

Abilities:

Tourist (Free) – I am now capable of easily adapting to new cultures, climates, and the like… This should come in handy 9in the coming decades.

Pioneer (200cpD) – I am now capable of surviving in conditions unfit for… humans. Alien atmospheres, vacuums, and the like. However, not lava or blackholes, at least those are the examples given.

Conqueror (300cpD) – The original ability is the ability to control, and eventually summon, the native animal life… and then, after word, befriend and tame non-sapient creatures in general. Interesting.

Equipment:

Recycler (Free) – A free scrap-to-ammo machine… Wonderful.

Sledgehammer (100cp) – A technologically advanced sledgehammer capable of delivering roughly half a ton of force on impact without affecting the user. As a plus, it can collapse and is undetectable by normal means. I could always create my own, but that would be rather… difficult to its specific make.

Auto-Shotgun (Free) – Now this is rather interesting… But, I can technically create my own rather easily. How disappointing…

Giant Worm (300cpD) – It… Is a massive, armor-plated worm… I am not sure how I should feel about this, all things considered, but I will accept it as a companion. However, it apparently doesn’t take up “companion space” unless “imported” as one.

A Transport, A Worm, and A Sledgehammer

            As the sea had given away to cold steel and a rather uncomfortable seat, I found myself upon what appeared to be a floating, metal ship that flew through the stars. The stars that could be seen outside of the nearby window vanished and were replaced with reddish-brown dirt and sand as the ship entered what I assumed to be the atmosphere of Mars, due to the pilot announcing where we were arriving. The other people, a mix of poorly clothed workers, vagabonds, and otherwise slowly stood up and began to trudge along out of the ship once we had landed and, as I had no possible reason to remain on the ship, I followed along with a dufflebag in hand that possessed my given equipment… Besides the recycler, which was back in my unused warehouse, and the giant worm whom I had no idea of where they might be located.

            The air was chilled to a degree, filled with what appeared to be a near constant blowing of dust and sand. The roads were noticeably rough and hardly maintained from what I could see, the vehicles large, rugged, and primarily meant for work from what I could see. A man clad in armor that matched the reddish-brown environment approached me and motioned toward my chin. I glanced down, first noticing my lighter frame and then the large bush of hair hanging off of my face… Oh… Right… A decade on the sea and no idea how to remove the hair in a safe manner. I simply reached up, grabbed the mound by the roots, and tore it away in a single, swift motion, tossing it all aside in the same, fluid motion. Come to find out, it was taped onto my chin with scotch tape for some odd, unknown reason and was not my actual, unkempt beard from my time on the seas.

            Next, he sadly asked me for my identification… Which, after looking through the pockets of my duster, my pants, and my dufflebag, I sadly could not find it. The man in question, along with the five others that he had called in with a quick mutter into his headpiece, seemed quite… upset about that.

“You’ve broken the law and you’re coming with me.” The one I had been originally speaking with stated firmly and reached for my hand with one of his own. Instead of allowing him to touch me, I simply stepped back away from him, quickly being greeted with the business end of his pistol aimed straight at my head while the others raised their rifles. “Freeze! You’re coming with me!” He called out simply. Why do I have to deal with such rude people wherever I settle… I can’t even leave a ship without this occurring it seems. All because I couldn’t show an ID either.

“No, I will not… I am not even aware of what specific law that you are speaking of. Now… Either lower your weapons and allow me to go find a home or I am going to turn your hand into paste. Eventually you will run out of bullets…” I warned and not a moment later I switched over to my original form, my very shape changing to the original that I possessed back when madness was the only constant, bullets flying through my body in that very instant. The dufflebag I possessed dropped to the ground, my body jerking and twitching with every bullet that collided with my gaseous form until, eventually, there was nothing left except for the shuffling of feet while they prepared to approach.

I dropped to my knees, then my hands, one coming down on top of the dufflebag while they approached, muttering into their radios as they did. They all began to reload, giving me the opportunity to let out a slow, careful exhale, and finally unzipped my dufflebag and grasped the handle of my new hammer. “I gave you all your warnings… and I doubt that you know how to kill me. Now, please… Let’s make this easy on ourselves.” I stated calmly before bringing that hammer up and out of the bag in a wide arc, the officer quickly ducking back, dropping the magazine he was fiddling with as he did. I followed the inertia as I pushed myself up onto one foot and forward, swinging the tool back around into the man’s right knee. The hammer weighed only about ten pounds, but on impact I heard a loud thud accompanied with a blood curdling crack and screech of pain as his leg suddenly flew to my right, bones visibly pushing through the softer part of his armor as he flew off of his feet and down into the ground.

The poor, poor man’s twisted limb was bent in an obviously inhuman manner from the hip down to his ankle, the impact having broken more than just his knee alone. “Well… That was unexpected, but not unpleasant… At least he is still alive. Let us begin…”