by REM
Josh yanked back on his stick—shot up—hit the brakes, then dropped down behind the marked fighter while squeezing the trigger. Lasers flashed out and struck the Mercen craft as Josh swerved off in another direction.
There was a burst of blue light ahead of the shields on the marked fighter fizzling away.
Just my luck, thought Josh. No one was able to drop his shields.
The shadow fighter veered toward him. Josh arched up into a circle and wheeled down into another wild tangle with the Mercen fighter. They cut and weaved into fierce maneuver after fierce maneuver; it was dog fighting at the highest level, or so Josh thought.
But this time it was he who was forced out of the knot with the marked fighter hot on his tail. The snake’s too good… I can’t beat him, thought Josh, realizing for the first time in his career, he probably wasn’t the better pilot.
He corkscrewed desperately as beams whistled past his striker. Then, everything felt like slow motion. Josh glanced at his screen and could feel the target lock coming. A red light flicked on, indicating the Mercen fighter had secured a clean shot. Josh slammed his stick while cutting the thrusters—his striker flipped into an inverted drift, giving Josh just enough time to squeeze his trigger once before being thrown into an uncontrollable spin.
Lasers flashed out from his cannons and blew the marked fighter into smithereens!
Josh wrestled with his stick for roughly ten seconds until finally gaining control of his craft. He peered over to where particles from the marked shadow fighter drifted through space. Unbelievable, he thought, twisting his lips into a triumphant smirk. “And that—is what you call the ‘danger flip,’ mother fucker!”
Josh kicked his thrusters into high gear and zoomed off toward the rest of his squadron.
Nate’s voice came through over the transmission: “Just obliterated one! I’m headed your way, Hoss.”
Then Josh heard Kyle say, “That’s it. They’re bugging out!”
Cheers erupted over the transmission.
When Josh had almost reached the others, Ace transmitted, “Whatever happened with that marked fighter?”
Josh switched on his transmitter and said, “I got that son of a bitch, Maya. I got him!”
Void Strikers
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The story centers around Kelvin, a 25-year-old who can tell when karma is making its way back around to fated individuals. When this happens a glare appears on the fated. Such occurrences often trigger the emergence of an immortal fate dealer, looking to impose a judgment handed down by Fate. Under certain circumstances the dealer’s execution may be extreme. And for this reason, fate seers like Kelvin are needed to ensure that the punishments truly fit the crimes. His encounters will test the task of a human—against the wrath of an immortal.
