How can one keep a secret from a robot? You wipe its memory before it knows you then it never tells anyone of your secret. Here is one of my personal favorite stories I have written. It will be split up into several parts and I hope that the story doesn't lose its touch when you read it. I submit to you to read it while listening to Com Truise: Galactic Melt.
Without further adeu
Bounty Part 1
Fields of tall, thin blades of grass blew in the stiff wind, creating the illusion of waves on the ocean. A man came running through in hopes of escape from his pursuer.
“Keep away! I don’t have what you need,” the man screamed. A figure followed in a chrome-plated helmet. The features of the suit were of an armored guard, or a hunter. The pursuer didn’t reply, but held up an arm holding two tiny darts. The tiny missiles shot out through the air striking the man in his back.
He went down into the grass in a crumpled mess. It was over, the pursuit was done. The hunter walked up with a small half cape blowing in the breeze. “You are what I needed; your return is imminent.” the hunter gripped the man’s outer shirt and began dragging him through the field. He pulled out a small communicator and pressed the talk button. “Risk Taker, engines start, arrive at my position,”
Still gripping the man, the hunter adjusted his belt full of different capturing tools. He pushed one side of the belt lower than the other and waited a few moments. The loud roar of engines came screeching across the field. The Risk Taker was a sleek fighter starship. It had a triangular viewport, with large rocket launchers to each side of the ship. The entry to the ship lay at the back.
The hunter guided the ship down by remote on his arm. The ship landed with a thump on the solid ground. The hunter continued on his way, dragging the man behind him. The entry ramp lowered automatically and the hunter walked up, his boots clanking loudly on the metal plank.
“Glad you arrived safely, sir,” a robotic voice answered to the noise that the hunter made. He kept up his pace until he deposited the man into one of the cages.
“Bringing in the garbage once again, are we?” the voice called out.
“B4D6, this one decided to bring down an entire world. He used a biological weapon on a peaceful planet just to test it. This should pay for last month’s fiasco,” the hunter spoke through the muffled mouth-piece.
“You mean the sword salesman that took the Risk Taker for a joy ride and dumped all the supplies, including my oil supply,” B4D6 continued.
“Quit complaining and come out from your hole. I need your help,” the hunter replied. B4D6 came out from an alcove toward the back of the ship. He was a small, round robot with three mechanical arms, two serviceable and one just for tools. His head was a dome, with different ports in it, and he had two front light sockets to see his task. Originally he just was a labor robot; the hunter though, purchased him for greater purposes. B4 was useful now, he could pilot the ship, if need be.
“Aren’t we testy today? Anxious to get going?” B4 chided the bounty hunter.
“Let’s go, I want to get this creep back in system so I can get paid. This guy is worth more alive than dead,” the hunter sat down in the cockpit, gearing the ship for take off. B4D6 sat next to him, applying different knobs and levers to release the landing gear.
The Risk Taker took off from the field and roasted a portion of grass as it rocketed away from the planet. In space once again, The Risk Taker created a vortex to go into its wormhole.
To Be Continued...
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