HAWK

Pinioned by her own gear aboard her own ship, mercenary Kas, aka 'Hawk,' finds herself at the mercy of the notorious Vima and her crew. But Kas has more than just a cool nickname and grav-collars at her disposal; she has a plan that leverages her ship's hidden capabilities and a surprising ally. As the self-destruct timer ticks down, can Kas outwit her captors and turn the tables?

The searing pain ripped through your abdomen, stealing your breath. As consciousness returned, the grimacing face of Otto Wax, all black teeth and milky eyes, loomed above you.

"What did you do?!" he rasped, his voice like sandpaper.

You could barely groan, let alone speak. Your head throbbed. You realized you weren't lying down; you were pinned to the wall. Grav-collars – your own equipment – restrained your hands and clamped your neck, holding you hostage on your own ship. In the corner, little Remi perched on a storage crate, the very one you'd trapped him in not long ago.

"So your friends came to rescue you after all," you croaked, your voice hoarse.

Remi grinned. "Told you they'd catch you. How do you like them grav-collars? I hope they're not too tight."

A weak smile touched your lips before another jolt of hot pain ripped through you. You screamed as your body convulsed, a blanket of splinters wrapping around your ebony skin. Otto raised his fist, bluster-dusters sparking blue.

"Like my new toy?" he asked, his breath hot tar. He traced a finger over your mohawk. "You ain't no Hawk. You're just a little girl. Now I'm going to ask you one more time, and you'd better answer. What. Did. You. Do?"

HAWK

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