When life takes a turn, some expect you to be able to handle it. Others maybe not so. Yet, when my life took a turn I never expected things to be as they are now.
While I look around, I see how things turned from normal everyday life to a sci-Fi battle with aliens.
Seeing as you'll probably be joining me on this adventure, I may as well introduce myself. I am Yuki Ashborn. I know, weird mix of Japanese and American name. But my mother loved Japanese food, so decided to use that as a base.
Anyway, I'm 18. Graduated from Astria High, entered into Astria's Military Academy. I'm human, or more like genetically altered human. My dad thought it would be neat to integrate Snow Leopard dna into my growing body before I was fully grown.
Now? I have white hair, snow leopard ears, and tail. With blue eyes. Skin paler then normal yet not super pale. Skinny yet athletic like. Built for agility and all. Normally they'd consider this illegal, because they don't have consent due to quite literally not being born yet, but money can twist things these days. I stand at 5'8.
Oh, and before I forget, yes I'm male. Tho some mistake me feminine like due to having a female snow leopard being the genetic material used for alteration. Making my body lean slightly that way in looks. But matters not for the weird alien that's taken this transport hostage.
Honestly? Won't lie, they do look rather ugly with there tentacle mouths. But with a gun, yes a gun but laser based one, pointed towards my head, I wouldn't dare to say that out loud. Well, that was if they didn't seem to plan to shoot us one by one if they don't get ransom money.
"Hey! Ugly? How do you guys eat with those worms on your face?" I say, tho with a rather dull almost as if this situation doesn't effect me. Which surprisingly doesn't. Something that makes some put off by it.
In return to this I get a muzzle shoved into my right cheek, and a grip tightened around my neck/chest. And a, "Shut up! Or else you'll be the first!"
At which, I just blink. Not really reacting much. As I the Astria Police Department decides to surround the transport.
"You know, you have grabbed the wrong hostag, right? And your in a very bad position." I say to them. As I tap on something behind my back on my left wrist.
"What are ya yapping about ya brat?" He laughs a bit. Yet before much else can be done everyone in front of him freezes stiff. As behind him a small drone points a gun to his head, along with two more pointing at the others.
He looks at them then blinks. Before asking, "What wrong?" At which one points behind him.
You see, there's only five people here, with 20 kids including me, all heading for a military academy. While we normally have protection, due to some issues, there's a slight shortage. Leaving only the transport driver being the main person here that normally has combat power. But, the reason I was even invited to the academy was because I am one the top people in my technology courses.
Of course those three drones being my creation. Two twin mini-tubo lasers, based on a ships laser yet scaled down. Obviously it's not powerful enough to hurt a ship but, it is powerful enough to burn two holes thru the chests of anyone dum enough to stand in front of it or hit with it.
With one being a custom made gatlin laser. Main issue being power but with how I designed them, they can last long enough for protection. With star ship grade titanium alloy shell, and with a custom designed A.I. that can hook with them and a High Tech Intergrated Interface Chip, or as I like to call it Interface Chip. A implante I custom made and programed.
It's a deadly combination. But at this point there's now a hole in his forehead going out the back of his head. As he falls back, and I catch his Zatech laser pistol in my right hand as it falls.
"As I said, you got the wrong hostage. Now either you guys drop your weapons and put your hands behind your head, and surrender, or attempt to move in any other way and end up like the guy behind me. Your choice."
And of course, everyone chooses the safe option…well expect the idiot by the door who attempts to hop off into the streets, who ends up with a hole from one ear to next. As I sigh.
Everyone else just drops there weapons and gets on there knees with hands behind there heads.
"There's always that one idiot. Thinking he can run. Anyway…"
Well about an hour if clean up, and questions later, I'm now sitting on a seat in auditorium listening to a annoying and rather boring introduction. With my drones being packed in my quantum storage bracelet.
Tho honestly it's to be expected. And here I thought getting held hostage would cause us to be able to skip this introduction. Luckily it'll just be an hour or two long. Hopefully that is. Never know if they will take longer.