“Coming in, let’s get two clicks more pressure on the right cannon,” Roman Martyr called through her headset.

“Will do,” Jace, her docking pilot called. Roman pulled up the hologram image of the landing pad. God she loved this run. It was hell for any ship trying to manoeuvre through the treacherous atmosphere that was filled with floating debris, but it was probably the reason Roman loved it so much. Danger was her lover and adrenaline was her drug of choice.

The ship made a smooth decent onto the black and red stained landing strip. Dust and rubble blew upward as the ship hovered over the ground before slowly dropping the rest of the way.

“I’ll prep our guest,” Roman said with a smile as she removed her headset and left the captain’s chair. She slid into the back of the ship where they kept the supplies. A tall, broad shouldered man wearing a dirty and ripped shirt and cargo pants had a blindfold over his eyes with his hands chained behind his back. He looked to have almost fifty pounds of chains keeping him to the metal post. He was clearly unconscious.

Hector Bruin; a narcissistic thug with a knack for torturing his victims with various sharp objects. Wanted for nineteen murders, eighteen kidnappings, one attempted murder, armed robbery, twelve counts of assault of a government official, drug smuggling in three sectors, and suspicion of leading a prison uprising. Oh yeah…this was a notch for the belt.

Roman opened a silver panel in the wall and removed a pair of metal boots that had a short chain in between them. She knelt and locked them over the prisoner’s feet. A similar device was built for hands. Roman removed the cuffs on Bruin’s hands and pulled them around to the front. The contraption locked his wrists together inside a metal block that extended up his forearms to his elbows and sealed his hands inside rendering him immovable. A chain connected from the wrist guard to his feet.

“Wake up,” she said slapping Bruin across the face. He didn’t wake at first so she slapped him again. He awoke with a growl and lunged forward. He jerked to a stop barely an inch from her face. “Morning sunshine,” she said lightly slapping his face again. “Be a good boy and don’t make my job any harder,” she instructed as she removed the blindfold and unlocked the chains from the post. “Move!” Roman shoved him forward and he stumbled at first. Clearly the drug she’d used on him was still wearing off.

“You got him?” Jace asked from the front of the ship. His dark green eyes burned holes into Bruin’s black ones.

“Yeah, keep the ship covered. I’ll be back in an hour,” she said and Jace nodded before disappearing back in the ship. “Come on princess, you’re palace is waiting,” Roman chided as she shoved him again. She grabbed him by the arm to whisper in his ear, “I hear they just renovated the pool. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

Bruin growled and elbowed her. She stumbled backward holding her mouth. Bruin turned and hit her across the face with his bound hands. Roman tripped him and grabbed a whip she carried on her belt. She hooked it through the device binding his hands together, pulled it so his elbows were near his ears before wrapping the cord around his neck.

She grunted as she yanked on the whip pulling him along on the ground. He kicked and flailed, but the leather whip didn’t give way as it tore at the flesh on his neck. Guards from the prison were running toward her by now, but Roman was already dragging him toward the door of the prison as Bruin choked and scrambled to keep up just so he could breathe.

“You alright?” one of the guards asked. Roman spat out a mouthful of blood and glared at the man who looked barely old enough to know how to use a gun.

“Get me to your superior,” she snapped and hauled Bruin to his feet. “I’d kiss you good bye, but wouldn’t you know it, my lip is bleeding,” she snapped before backhanding him. “Oh look, now yours is too.” She snickered to herself as four guards took the man away.

“I’ll get out one day,” he called. “I swear to God, I’ll kill you myself Roman!” he screamed as he was pulled into the darkness.

“Yeah yeah,” she chuckled. “Like God gives a damn about what you want.” She turned back to the boy-soldier, “now, about my bounty.”

Angel watched the transport come down with a smirk. New meat was coming huh? Should be fun to break the new guy in. Angel wore her usual attire, white wifebeater, shorts and no shoes or bra. The woman had her own building to herself since she had killed the previous owner to get it though it wasnt too hard. She sat on the roof and sipped a canteen of her water with her scythe in reach "New guy...should be fun to either break him or make him" She said to herself while drinking more of her water. The inmates of this planet never bothered her so much....left her alone alot which didnt matter to her in the least......new guy should be fun to break she thought to herself, allowing the smallest crack of a smile to come to her lips

Emily pulled her knees to her chest as she hid behind the dumpster. Life on the run often led her to places like this. Em was pacing impatiently in her mind.

"Check the news on your mobile. Now" Em barked loudly to Emily. Emily almost jumped out of surprise by her impatience, but it wasn't unlike Em to order her around.

"Fine, but you could ask nicely." Emily said out loud to Em. Em just scowled and Emily recoiled before pulling out her mobile. She opened the newsfeed and looked up the bounty hunters wanted section. The section was arranged from highest to lowest bounty price. Emily sighed as she read her own name. Her bounty had gone up again, she was almost the highest priced uncaught convict right now. It troubled her. She felt guilty every moment for Em's wickedness. Em read along as she looked to her profile.

"Great, now well have some actual professionals on our backs. You, Emily, are too much of a wimp to handle that. You'll need to give me a little more control." Em really could convince Emily to do anything, even though Emily could control her more now.

"Fine, but you should remember you are the one who got us into this mess not me." Emily replied, scared to put any attitude behind the words. Em was very abusive of Emily, but just enough to scare her into submission. Emily looked down and continued to read her own info. She read this: Skilled with knives and guns, highly violent, and criminally insane.

"Hey! That's only true of me, except the insane part. I mean, I am criminal, but I couldn't be crazy!" Em seemed infuriated by the assumption. Emily didn't respond. Honestly, anyone observing Emily would just thing she was an insane murderer who was talking to herself. They didn't understand that she shared her mind and body.

"can we just look for something to eat, I'm starved!" Emily asked Em meekly. Em thought for a second before answering.

"Fine, but we must be careful. Remember, skilled bounty hunters! And our face is everywhere. Put your hood up and look down." Em answered, firmly. Emily nodded before pulling her hood up and coming out from behind the dumpster. Emily felt incompetent with Em's guidance, which was part of Em's way to control her. They made their way through the empty street towards the soup kitchen. Emily walked in, not meeting any gazes. She fit in here, really. She was dirty faced, and her clothes were ragged. She was scrawny from malnutrition.

Emily walked to the server and picked up her bowl of tomato soup. She sat in the corner and began to eat it slowly and carefully. She needed to savor every swallow, because she never knew when she would get a good meal again.