XLIX (Forty Nine) The Assassin.
I stood before the world gate, an odd contraption of my own making weighing heavily in my hands. It looked as if it were made of wires with a touchscreen attached to it in a haphazard way. I was never technologically blessed, or gifted with the ability to fix or build things. My main skill was killing. Not a very useful skill at the moment. What was useful was my ability to hide. It had taken me days to build this device, and during that time it had been almost impossible to avoid detection. The scouts were scouring the planet looking for us, and while it was easy to hide myself and the girl, hiding the ship....especially when it had no camouflaging panels or cloaking abilities whatsoever....I sighed and shook my head. I need a knew ship. Carefully, I started plugging the wires into the world gate. I half expected it to blow up. I had moved the pitiful excuse of a ship next to the gateway, having scouted the area for enemy spies before hand. Surprisingly, it was clear. For how long, I didn’t know, only that this was my one chance to escape undetected. As the minutes passed, I felt that chance slipping away. Suddenly, adrenaline rushed through me and I ducked down as the sound of scout’s aircraft hovered nearby. It lingered a moment, then moved on. A thin sheen of sweat glistened on my brow as I returned to work. I had looked for any tracking devices that had been planted into the ship’s system, or that had been manually attached by one of the spies. I had come away with nothing, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t any. I finished with my task and dialed in the next coordinates, pleased to see that my device was working. It erased the coordinates so that no one would be able to track us. Once finished, I unhooked the device and boarded the ship, leaving world 782 behind, and hopefully, any unwanted followers. Once I was sure that no one had followed us, I would continue building my weapon. I might even steal a new ship. Who knows.