Hunters Elite Chapter 2 The Job

Hunters Elite
Chapter 2 The JOB
My Mike Tyrell

Piggy backing on the out side hull of a Mammoth class transport. Jack and Big Dog discuss there next step while travelling through hyperspace to Kabeatha sector United Galaxy. The small ship shakes and rumbles while clinching to the gigantic transport. Big Dog going on some plans of the new age fighter says “I just still don't know how the hell you do it. Piggy backing through hyperspace” Jack turns his head to the back seat “When they invent a T1-5 mobile generator that can fold hot spots, ill stop doing that” OBC joins the conversation “illegal manoeuvre, OBC cant support unknown manoeuvre at this time” Jack answers back “Don't worry OBC, ill handle things from here” Jack recalibrate thrusters to minimize the shaking “So Biggy, now that you know Dog pound been repoed on you we don't have enough cash to pay up” Big Dog answers back “Don't worry we will figure things out when we get there. After we sort that out we should check out what the deal with this space fighter”

As the Mammoth class transport exits near the planet G1 Jack swiftly detaches from the Transport and gently descends through the planets atmosphere. exiting the thick clouds uncover the once war torn city below. Its demolished skyscrapers a memory left for the people a grim reminder of the past. The city is now a gambling capital of the universe. Jack slowly follows the mid air signs instructing parking locations. After parking they gather there stuff and head straight to the loan shark that stole there transport The Dog Pound. Entering a restaurant in the lower section if the city, Big Dog quickly approaches a table by he is stopped by guns pointing on his face. “ My transport” Big Dog shouts out, the man sitting at the table Robert Kencade calmly replies “Your late in your payments and I had to take actions” Big Dog grunts “I am not late” Kencade replies quickly “I have a reputation to keep, If I gave you more time to settle your payments then I have to do that for every body and thats bad for business” he adjusts his suite and stands up “but there is one little thing you can do for me” Jack shouts out from the back “Don't do it” Kencade walks closer to Big Dog and says “Ill help you, just this once. This is your chance to pay me back, get on my good side and keep your junk transport” Big Dog thinks for a moment “Okay, ill do it” “Excellent” Kencade answers “Find this guy for me, my man Leo will be with you the whole way to give you info and collect”

Finally the transport with a dog holding a cigar painted on the side slowly hover above the destroyed skyscrapers. With OBC cramped in the cargo hold they head to a location from which they can blast off to space. On the command deck Leo sitting next Big Dog helping by entering the location for nearest hot spot. Jack inters the command deck with a towel on his head covering his wet hair. “Boss do we have to carry barrels of paint in the cargo hold? really cramped down there with a fighter and all” Big Dog just done calibrating the equipment replies “You realize that we need the money, we are low on ammo, fuel and food. By the way its an easy job” Jack thinks for a moment and has an astonishing idea “Big Dog ill be in the cargo area, ill check OBC for scratches” and quickly runs off. Jack went back to repaint OBC with the paint there transporting. The ship shakes vigorously indicating its successful escape of the planet G1's gravity. It successfully opens a near by hot spot to jump on there way to the Rajail system.

coming out of hyperspace the Dog Pound must travel through a dangerous sector. Infested by Python raiders, they are very well armed drug addicts, unorganized, they roam through space usually far shipping lanes attacking any thing that is worth some thing. Exchanging it for Python, to cool down there never ending burning crave. Python, a highly addictive drug, easy to manufacture with a high market value. Said to elevate the spirit to the ultimate stat of blissfulness. But the reality of this poison is the same as the Python Snake. It wraps it self on its victim, slowly and painfully, squeezing its prey out of its resources till it dies. The only way to live is to have more.. There is no cure.

they are almost there. The hot spot from which to make the final jump to there destination. Big Dog blows out a sigh of releaf, only with well armed well escorted groups that he dares to pass this sector but under the current situation he had to. He wanted to get Kencade of his back as soon as possible. Slowly and carefully the Dog Pound halts near the hot spot and started the sequence for the jump.

A distress call is sounded just as they enter the numbering sequence for the jump out “This is the Red Sun. We are under attack please help us” Big Dog looked at Jack and Leo. Leo knew Big Dog was not counting votes he quickly answered “No way, these are Python pumped junkies you want to go against, besides they are out of our way” Jack replied “Big Dog, Red Sun is a royal Alliance transport if we save them its free supplies, fuel and some cash” Big Dog adjusts his seat and fires up the engines full speed back toward the Red Sun “You guys are crazy” Leo shouts. Jack jumps out of his seat and runs back to prepare OBC for the big fight. “Red Sun we are visual with you adjust your heading to zero one four” Big Dog radios out. The Python capital ship was firing all of its main weapons when The Dog Pound got closer. More then eighty Python fighter ships surrounded the royal ship preventing them from escaping. Debree of Alliance short range fighter crafts and chunks of a large destroyer fill the space all around them. Jack blasts off out of the cargo letting out all there cargo of paint. With high speed Jack quickly takes a run over the Red Sun shooting what he can from Python fighters forcing his presence to be known, he then goes back to the capital ship and takes aim on its on board guns. All the python fighters turn around behind Jack as the sieged Red Sun breaks off and follows the Dog Pound to the nearest jump point. Big Dog looks at a screen showing the large mess Jack is causing to the Raiders, Leo asks as he notices there distance increases away from the raiders “Is Jack going to be okay” Big Dog calmly replies “I trained him my self. He is going to be just fine” Big Dog was not sure of his answer but has faith in Jacks fighting skills.

The feminine voice of OBC sounds off “OBC shields at maximum. Weapons munition low” Jack interrupted her shouting “Stop with the reports and think of a way out of this” OBC replied “I am not designed to pilot this fighter, however I have detected a weakness in point two four five of the capital ships hull” Jack barely avoiding a barrage of lasers bullets, missiles and various weapons fired at him “You mean next to there power source” OBC quickly replied “Yes, a sufficient blow to that area would defenatly cause the power source to implode ” Jack takes a deep breath and shouts “What are we waiting for”. Not far near the Hot Spot Big Dog is almost ready to fold space for the jump when a blinding light came from behind. His instruments indicates that the Raiders capital ship just blew up and one fighter followed by a group of fighters coming there way at high speed. Leo looked at the radar and back at Big Dog “impossible, he blew up a capital ship with one fighter” as space started fold Dog pound jumped followed by the Red Sun and Jack safely piggy backing on its side.

A few hours later "Where are we” Leo asks “Alliance shipping lane. Alliance battle group will appear at any moment” The COM unit beeps “Dog when are they going to show, I really have to pee” Big Dog replies “there not far just hang on for just ten minutes” as soon as Big Dog finished his sentence an Alliance heavy class destroyer showed up from a near by Hot Spot as it slowly makes its way towards them another one showed up then another and then another. They where twenty in total with a two class five battle carriers each with the ability to carry more then seventy different types of fighters and enough soldiers and fire power to take over the whole galaxy, a couple of fuel transports and a mobile ship yard. OBC beeped “incoming transmission” Jack responds “Put it through” then the voice on the other end “This is the Red Sun please proceed to landing point alpha maintain visual approach Delta two while your transport refuel and reload “ Jack quickly contacted Big Dog “Hey boss they want me to land on the Red Sun” Big Dog replies “I know, they just agreed to fork over some cash and fuel. I am docking with there fuel transport, you collect from the Red Sun” Jack kept on looking at the show of force while he slowly navigated his way between the destroyers and fly very closely next to the the Class five battle carrier to the Red Sun. “Wolf Fang Battle Group” Jack reads on the side. He enters the Red Sun the amount of damage the Red Sun sustained was clear from the out side but from the inside was another story. Jack noticed star fighters barely new not launched. . “Jack this is Big Dog do you read” Jack on a low encrypted frequency, “Go ahead” Jack quickly answers knowing some thing bad is about to happen “Jack I sow seven fighters facing right” Jack was unhappy “oh no, what did you do. What did you do, I hate canned noodles” Big Dog replied “I did not do any thing and not waiting to see whats going to happen, I am disconnecting my fuel line and heading to Alpha Red point” Jack looked ahead and sow the ground eliminating with a green light indicating his location to land, he looked around and sow armed troops taking position. Jack adjusts him self in his seat and tightens his seat belt. He makes sure his helmet is comfortably secured. He looks straight ahead and sees a man with long blond hair surrounded by what looks like advisors and a few security personnel for protection in a very tight area Jack manages to turn the ship around and fires his boosters on his way to the exit, OBC detects of the closing hanger door to prevent him from escaping, Jack then increases the speed his speed, almost hitting walls from one side or large cranes moving parts around from the other, he tilts the space fighter side ways to almost pass through the closing hanger doors scratching one of its wings on his way out.

The Alliance commander did not like the way Jack managed to escape but he was very impressed by the skills it took for him to turn around in a very tight area using only thrusters and boosters to manoeuvre his way out. He studied his moves from the command deck for a while until a young captain delivers a message “ Admiral Tailwind a request from the royal champers asking for your presence”. He enters the chambers and the man with long blond hair sits behind his desk, he is the elected crown prince and a few of his advisers are standing behind him waiting for the commander. The commander bows down to the royal prince and awaits his orders. “That was impressive flying skills” the old prince states “His skills are if he was trained with our finest pilots” he adds, the prince looks around to his advisers and goes on “A pilot with such skills and an unknown space fighter should not run freely within the galaxy” The commander had a very bad feeling “Generate there projectory from there last known location. scramble one of our destroyers after them ” The commander salutes the royal prince and walks out of the room. One of the Advisers approaches the prince “Mi lord, that ship was the stolen prototype from Amaria” the Prince shouts at his advisor “I know that you fool. We have to hasten the progress of our plan”

After escaping from the Alliance battle group Big Dog and Jack Reamo are way of there course, with no fuel to reach there destination and enough canned noodles to last a life time. Jack is using the space fighter to drag the Dog Pound behind him. Jack, Big Dog and Leo talk about there next step. “What next O'Big chief” Leo shouts “rescue the universe??!!” he continues “Defeat the Raiders?!!” he goes on “Shut up or its an air lock for you” Big Dog shouts back “Let me think” Big Dog starts searching his old maps, there are no Hot Spots to jump to the next system, there are no fuel depot or space stations around the area and no inhabitant planets for millions of light years from there location. “Big Dog” Jack calls in from his space fighter “a reminder that we are still in Raiders space and Alliance are not very far behind” not replying back Jack knew that Big Dog was so annoyed from the double cross from the Alliance but he was even more worried that the Alliance had that much fire power in the region. Leos voice breaks the silence “How did you guys know that the Alliance where going to screw us back there?” Big Dog quickly replies like a computer “Alliance Space battle tactics one 'O one. When attacking a stationary object, optimum attack approach with minimum damage from enemy weapons, one to three space fighter should approach object that must be between two hundred or two hundred and eighty degrees” Jack clarifies “in other words they should face right and using seven fighters means they wanted to make sure nothing goes wrong” a minutes passes with only the humming sound of the space fighter, both space crafts had dimmed there lights trying what they can to avoid unwanted attention. “Excuse me sir, may I suggest a new rout” the soft voice of OBC startles Jack “Yes OBC please do” OBC continues showing the new rout on the display screen, she continues on to say “Silver Gateway”