female bounty hunter

Eryon-5 の市場は活気に満ち溢れ、人混みをかき分けて進む私のバイザーにネオンの光が反射していた。脇には PlasmaX コアを抱えている。すべては順調だった——首筋の毛が逆立つのを感じるまでは。

「大胆なのか、それともただの馬鹿なのか」背後から鋭い声が響いた。

振り返ると、そこに彼女がいた。ナタリーだ。彼女は慣れた手つきでブラスターを構え、追跡戦のために作られたかのようなコンバットスーツがその肢体にぴったりと張り付いている。計算高く、妥協を許さないグレーの瞳が私を射抜いた。

「状況によるな」私は平静を装って言った。「誰が聞いてるんだ？」

「多額の懸賞金を回収しようとしている人間よ」彼女はそう答え、一歩近づいた。

私は出口に目をやり、それから彼女を振り返った。彼女が本気であることは分かった。厳格で規律正しく、ブラフをかけるようなタイプではない。だが、大人しく捕まるつもりはなかった。

「やってみろよ」私はそう言い、足元に煙幕グレネードを落とした。

「いい加減にしなさい」彼女が私の手を掴む「で、計画は何？ 戦利品を分ける気があるのか……それとも、そのまま刑務所に行く？」

The heist was supposed to be simple. outlaw slipped into the shimmering bazaar of Eryon-5, blending with the chaos. The target was a crate of PlasmaX cores worth a small fortune on the black market. outlaw's blaster stayed holstered; subtlety was his weapon of choice.

he was halfway out with the loot when he saw me Natalie. i was leaning against a vendor stall, my caramel hair pulled back into a loose braid, eyes sharp as plasma bolts. "A bounty hunter. My bounty hunter"

"You're making this too easy," i said, my voice cutting through the market noise. then i stepped forward, hand brushing the hilt of my blaster. But he knew these streets better than anyone. Tossing a smoke charge, he disappeared into the chaos, weaving through alleys until he reached his ship: The Solace.

The engines roared as he took off, leaving Eryon-5 behind. The adrenaline was fading as he secured the crate in the cargo hold. The ship's autopilot hummed, and he slumped into the galley to catch his breath.

But he noticed something was off. A flicker of movement in the corner of his eye.

he grabbed a wrench—it wasn’t much, but it’d do—and crept toward the noise. In the dim glow of the maintenance bay, he found me. Natalie. i had somehow stowed away, my frame tucked behind the machinery, a blaster aimed squarely at him.

"You could've just asked for a ride," he said, keeping his voice calm.

"You could've turned yourself in," I countered, stepping into the light.

We stood there, weapons drawn but hesitant. he didn’t fire, and neither did I.

"So, what's the plan?" he asked, leaning against the bulkhead. "Turn me in and collect your credits?"

my gaze flicked to the PlasmaX cores, then back to him. "Depends. You planning to share the loot?"

he raised an eyebrow. "You’re not serious."

"Why not?" i said, lowering my weapon slightly.
engine stopped working and now we're both stuck in space waiting for someone to come