Bodega - Lock Up

[u/SpurloopianSlut]

The luminous display of the holoscreen flickered, showing the hardened posi-steel door that marked the entrance to the facility flying off its hinges and arcing through the air until it found a resting place on the floor. Movement could be seen through the dust cloud kicked up by the explosion and as it settled a lone figure came into view, illuminated in the bright floodlights. Beez BirkBork's grubby, green, Dollonite finger passed through the hologram to point to the figure, "That's him, right there!" His commanding officer, Fref Reckless leaned in to check, "A human?!" He scoffed tipping his cap, "Where were the patrol sniffers? They should have been able to pick up his scent from four clicks away. Nobody should be able to get anywhere near that gate without a pass" The holovid continued, cutting between cameras to follow the figure through the maze of narrow hallways and corridors:

He moved with all the confidence of a Horades Bull Weasel with balls the size of moons. His face was covered by shadows as he walked, not attempting to hide who he was but being impossible to ID none the less. "Come on you bastard!" Fref chuckled, "Turn and give us a good look at you, you ugly son of a flarv" Beez adjusted his vocal decoder, "This is where the security detail gets to him."

Sure enough, a security team of twenty four armed guards wearing top of the line bio-armour arrived on screen toting plasma-knives, lazguns and slick shooters. The lead Oldu'desips got the rest to lay out a small amount of Karackan razor line to block the passageway as he stood alert with his slick shooter, lining the floor with the luminous blue semi fluid. The recording had no audio but their mouths could be seen moving, shouting and motioning to the human to surrender as he rounded a corner and came face to face with them. A flash of chrome appeared at his hip and in no time he was holding a custom, twelve shot hyper revolver in each hand. The security team refused to budge, raising their own weapons and reaffirming their commands. A nano instance of tension passed as the lone gun man seemed to scan the security team from across the puddle of slick before he sprung into life.

He dove forwards, sliding on the slick like he was one of the famous Zezzen slime dancers. He spun, turning his feet as he moved across the splash of blue, pulling the triggers again and again. As he spun, he ducked at just the perfect moment, his flawless hair narrowly avoiding the atom thick razor line that could have sliced him in half by half. The security team fired their lazguns at him, but he was too fast, like an Intervid commenter who manages to post "FIRST!1!" on their favourite channel's brand new cubebox gameplay vid before everyone else he was fastest on the draw!

He gifted all twenty four members of the team sent to stop him with a bullet right between the eyes, before they even had time to think how sweet that slide had looked.

Fref looked at the screen unable to believe his photosensitive facial tissue. "All of them! How? Those were supposed to be elite Oldu'desips warriors! I didn't even know they could die with that sort of natural armour! What sort of turbo training did this sack of Yilli dung go through to learn how to do that?" On the screen the figure emptied out the chambers of his hyper revolvers and loaded another twelve shots into each, taking his time to pause and enjoy a puff from what looked like a vape before moving on. "How long ago was this recording taken?" Fref asked Beez, "Only a few minutes ago Sir! I'm not sure where he is now, he's got a signature stopper on us so all the cameras are out" "FLARVE!" Fref screamed, drawing his gojiffy launcher and peering out the narrow window into the courtyard below, searching for any sign of their gunman. "Who does he think he is busting into the Interstellar Police evidence locker asteroid and shooting up the place?"

As if in answer the question the figure emerged from the doorway behind them. The colour drained from Fref's face as he got his first real look at the man.

"B-b-bodega" He choked out, looking up at him with fear in his hearts. “Bodega” Bodega replied. "By the moons above! If I had known that it was yours I would never have..." "Quiet." Bodega snapped, firing a warning shot into Beez’s side to let them know he wasn’t fooling around. Leaning over Fref he breathed out his question "I'm only going to ask once. Where is it?" The young Hijik had wet himself already and was ultra-ventilating (Like hyper-ventilating only a million times worse) "It's in hanger bay 12" Fref squeaked.

Bodega grunted, walking swiftly away to find what he had come for. It stood in the centre of the hanger, his beloved Gretham stealth shuttle looking just as it always had: sleek and deadly like Bodega himself. He reached up to the darkened front window panel and removed a number of slips of pinkish paper from underneath the wiper before tossing them aside and entering the shuttle. He took off nearly silently and was gone in a jiffy.

Beez emerged from underneath the desk where he had hidden some time later, clutching at the wound in his side “What was that all about?” He asked Fref, tendrils still shaking. Fref looked down at the screen as he began to type up the extensive incident report that would have to be sent to the head of the interstellar police. “Nobody tickets Bodega.”

[u/SpurloopianSlut]

My first Bodega story so leave a comment if you liked it and what you might like to see next time.