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Koko waited until the magnet released the ship she was in, then sent all available power to the remaining engine to guide it down to the desert floor. As soon as it touched the ground, she powered down the engine. Grinning, she stood up & turned off all the other systems before speeding off & appearing on the top of the ship.
"Oy! Can ya come pick me up?"

John's eyes ajusted to the light, he groaned. Skeletons of previous prisoners who had succumed to thier captors torments. John turned his attention to his injured leg. He ripped some fabric off his shirt and tied it around his wound. Next, he turned his attention to his nose. John took a bone that was lying around and bit it. Then he broke his nose back into place, howling loudly as he did.

John groaned, his nose and his leg were causing him agony.

Zed dropped a small silver device down to Koko before running back up to the cockpit.
"Thats a perception scrambler, it means they'll only be able to see ya in their perifral vision, so they shouldn't find ya... It also scrambles electronics, like augmented eyes and stuff..."
He lowered the Aiolos and increased speed slightly.

"No....well in theory it shouldn't be..." He sighed. "Like i said, it depends on how many generators have been effected..." He walked closely after Syuzanna, careful not to step somewhere unsafe or the such like.

Zed flew the Aiolos low to the ground in the same direction that the bandit ship was moving.

Ready or not, here I come!!! twisted

Character

Name: Sammy Breaker
Alias (prefers to be called): Jackal
Title: “The Ruthless”
Age: Unknown (thought to be in his mid-twenties)
Weapons: Shorty Mossberg 500, Customised Magnum, Bren Gun, and of course, his bare hands.
Description: Closely shaved hair, Piercing blue eyes, scar running along left side of his upper and lower lip. His usual attire consists of an Italian polo shirt; turned up jeans, 14 eye oxblood steel toe capped boots, and a large, beaten up M65 parka with various patches lining it.
Background Info: Even before cryogenically frozen, Jackal was rough, tough, and ready for anything. Born and raised in South London, he never had any qualms about going it alone, or violence, or any other devious behaviour for that matter. So when cryogenically frozen at the tender age of fourteen, he learned to deal with the fact that upon landing and finding out that the other ships hadn’t made it, he wouldn’t see anyone he’d known or loved again, he was completely alone. He also dealt with the fact that in this new, dangerous world he’d have to fight to survive, and fight he did. Within his first year on this new planet, he’d been run out of civilisation, after mercilessly killing a big time merchant and his family in their home, who’d refused to give up his valuables. Out in the deserted wastelands, the young man wandered for days. With no rations, he soon succumbed to the scalding heat of the desert, and passed out. Near dead, it seemed as though there was no hope for the boy, however he didn’t count on a wandering band of raiders finding him, and certainly didn’t count on them taking him in and nursing him back to health, they realised that anyone who could wander for days in the desert, and not die, was born to be a raider.
When he awoke, he was reborn; they named him “Jackal”. Over the next several years, Jackal passed the various trials and tribulations of life as a raider. Killing innocents, robbing the needy; He quickly adapted to reaching out and taking whatever he needed, and soon enough, he was known for his ruthlessness amongst even the fiercest raider tribes.
After accumulating a small arsenal, Jackal began to distance himself from the raiders (though he still maintains a good relationship with them) and instead became a travelling mercenary, taking jobs no one else would take, from clients others would avoid.
He is celebrated as a legend amongst bandits and miscreants of all kinds, and is lamented as a menace by society and those who stand for good.
No-one need ever ask how he earned his title; “Jackal the Ruthless”
Anything Else: Jackal, though aggressive, can have a sort of roguish charm about him, and finds it relatively easy to mislead people, let alone entice women into his grasp.
Jackals pride and joy (apart from his magnum of course) is his personalised bike, despite its huge engine, it is designed for the tires to retract, and is able to turn into a hover bike at the flick of a switch, it can reach up to about three hundred miles an hour when powering through the desert.
Jackal has a secret hideout somewhere in the desert...

John heard the door bolt slide open and he scrambled up as best he could given his injuries. When he heard a female voice, he relaxed a little.

"Yeah, I'm breathing... for now. Get me out here if you can. I wanna give someone of these b******ds a piece of my mind."

When John heard a male voice, cooing sickly, his heart sank. His only chance of rescue seemingly going.