The dust cloud rose and swirled fleeing the power of the titans engines as it left the hot dry surface of cretes landing pad.
With my training finished a couple of weeks ago i was ready for the real thing.
The neural net beeped into life and the name dan eason flashed across the screen, leader of a group of bounty hunter scum spotted nearby.
I punched in the co ordinates and headed away from crete into the dense cloud nearby, my hands gripping the controls and seemingly forcing the beads of apprehension that covered my forehead.
I saw the first of the hammerhead and checked the scanner-he wasnt amongst them. I should have known such a lucrative job wouldnt be so easy.
The next 20 mins was a haze of blinding explosions, jerking reactions and 100% concentration as nerves gave way to training. The remaining hunters fleeing as dan easons carcass was reduced to particles swallowed up by the dense green swirls of gammas darkest corner.
Shaking and exhausted i returned to crete and for the first time in my life i felt like a true corsair, my life had purpose again.
After countless glasses of a strange blue liquid i collapsed in a heap on the chair, drifting into the scream of a colada el cid filled dream as it ripped the shield from the hammerhead luring it into its oblivion.