#jet star origin

[ne0n-thunde1]

Jet star never talks about what they did before the Fab Four. Usually after someone asks they excuse themself; the guilty sick feeling is too much for them.

They had just graduated training. They’d been working as an exterminator about a year- killing and ‘protecting’ the city- when they got separated from their convoy, and were left for dead by a band of waveheads.

Three killjoys found them on deaths door, a crow seemingly waiting for their soul to leave, beaten, dehydrated and bloody.

A short ‘joy with black hair poured water over his face. It was enough to bring them around, for them to panic and prepare for death.

It never came

After a short tense period, of learning and building trust- they came clean. And they were still one of them.

[ne0n-thunde1]

"Hit the gas, kill them all."

Jet- then known as slay- screamed the command to his battalion of dracs. There was a small camp on the dune they were fast approaching; a camp of killjoys. The enemy.

Within seconds the engines were roaring hungrily as they hurtled towards them, lasers turning the air thick with electricity from both sides. Jet shot two of them in the head with merciless precision. The dracs killed the other three with far less mercy. It took minutes- the fire they were huddled around for warmth under the stars undisturbed and still letting up whispers of smoke- like ghosts in snow.

They climbed out of the car, pulling 5 body bags out of the boot. They felt nothing as they stared at the corpses, putting them in the bag for later collection. Five corpses? Might be worth a hot chocolate when they got back.

The shuffle of dracs feet was the first indicator something was wrong. They finished zipping the bag before turning around, hand going to their sterile white gun. What they saw managed to ignite a shadow of emotion- fear they later learned to call it.

The killjoys outnumbered the dracs. The killjoys were already firing, Lessing their numbers, filling their lungs with static.

They ran ahed, barking the order to “KILL THEM ALL.” As drac after killjoy fell.

In the heat of the battle, body aching from the constant movement, it all went dark. No laser fire. No stars.

They felt water on their lips and sun on their skin. And saw three blurry figures above them.