Zerri had locked her crew on the bridge and had gone to wait by the airlock. It was a hopeless case, she knew, but she had an odd feeling….One that tugged on her heart and soul.

The clattering and howling of the Reavers struggling to get in interrupted her reverie, and in a great act of stupidity, she hit the button to let them in. As the door opened, the Reavers paused for a moment- surprised that it was this easy to get into a ship. They leapt towards her, but she pulled out her pistol and shot one in the chest; at the same time grabbing a wrist with an axe held in its hand and plunging the axe into another’s chest. A swift kick to one’s head snapped its neck, and she kneed one carefully in the stomach. It went down, and she twisted her feet to hear the satisfying crunch of the neck breaking. She punched one in the face, and duck and spun so that another caught the sword swing meant for her. She fired her pistol carefully, each shot straight through the heart. She snatched an axe from one of the bodies, and she was alternately shooting them and slicing their heads off. One gave a flying leap towards her, and she shot him down out of the air. But he rose angrily, and she saw with frustration the body armor.

“You want some? Come and get it!” she snarled angrily, and it came bounding towards her, but a quick flip of her wrist had her axe bloodier and its head on the floor. There were three left now, and she quickly surveyed her possibilities. These ones had guns- not cool.

“You picked the wrong girl to have a shooting match with,” she told them before blowing one’s head of with her pistol. The other two began firing, but she spun and twirled, moving away from the flying bullets. The rain of bullets stopped for a moment, and Zerri would have laughed if the situation wasn’t so grave- they had to reload. Two quick shots and they were down, leaving her cargo bay bloody and full of bodies.

“Ugh. This is gonna take forever to clean up,” she muttered to herself, stepping carefully over bodies to get to the