|Rose Snow: Space Explorer (standard:science fiction, 1820 words)|
|Author: Nathaniel MIller||Added: Jun 07 2015||Views/Reads: 841/636||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A daughter of the Fed Commander turns rogue and becomes Rose Snow a terrorist against the federation, causing havoc until they have a family reunion while stopping her attempt to take the Depository of records.|
Rose Snow, Space Explorer Rose Snow: Age 18, Occupation: Space Explorer. She has a medium build on a five foot five built frame. She has long black hair, black eyes, and a fair complexion. She is an expert in demolition, martial arts, master of arms, electronics, terrorism, explosives, computers and networking abilities. She can be considered armed always with concealed knives and throwing weapons and small combat weapons of small caliber. Rose is extremely dangerous and should not be approached alone. She is wanted for fifty five counts of terrorism against the Federation of Earth, three count of extortion, five counts of hacking, sixteen counts of kidnapping, thirteen counts of petty larceny and theft. There is a million dollar award offered for her capture alive. Colonel John Smith stared at the computer image on his computer screen of the youthful girl he saw there, a girl in her late teens, and labeled by the Earth Federation a terrorist. He stared at the round face, the dark hair and eyes and the masked face over the hooded head. He wondered about this youthful girl and what she had done to deserve such a title among the Federation heads at the Headquarters of Earth. The face was unremarkable as a human female, totally average to him, what they would produce in the middle-class civilians who lived and worked in the city. He did not know that Rose actually had a head on her shoulders and she learned to use it from an early age, showing her parents her ability of working with her hands and with understanding electronics. She was a straight ‘A' Student, by the school standards, but she hung out with the geeks of the school, the hackers, trouble-makers and less than average kids who were like her with their expert computing skills. “And she's a blasted kid.” He grumbled, turning his head and staring at the window at the hazy outsize atmosphere of pollution belonging to New York City, from which he now had come personally. Col Smith had come at the request of the Earth President to take care of this group of young terrorists banded by this young girl. They had caused havoc all over the grid, had hacked major databases and systems all over the Federation. They had been in search of information and were out to keep on the actions of the government, who constantly kept the people in check with harsh taxes, and stringent work days and information blackouts. Colonel Smith got up from his desk, walking toward the window where he peered out over the smog-layer that spread out across the city, staring at the many high rise skyscrapers in which had been built long ago, that still stood after a centuries. He then peered at the green and blue Atlantic Ocean that lapped against the shore as ships seamed across its surface. Even though space travel and tram service had partially replaced this ancient mode of transportation on Earth, ships still carried passengers across the ocean. Not far, a ship sailed near the Statue of Liberty that still stood after more than three hundred years into the year 2256 AD. Smith managed a grimace at the sight from his office, and turned away from the window. He muttered a curse. Turning he grabbed his keys, pistol, shades, helmet and gloves, heading for the door of his office. A few minutes later, he stood on the ground level, standing outside the office building/sky-scraper of official Federation Security Offices located in the city and he casually put on his glasses to narrow his eyes as he scanned the area in silence. “I have a bad feeling about this.” He muttered, “Something is going to happen, and all fucking hell is going to break loose.” A moment later, an explosion thundered from behind him, knocking him to the ground as laser fire ricocheted across the ground toward him. He rolled away to clear himself from being hit and watched as two security men, who stood nearby, were chopped to pieces as their blood splattered all over the ground. Another explosion thundered, and smoke billowed across the skyline and along the building's architecture. Colonel Smith turned his head as he drew his pistol and stared at the gaping hole near by at the entrance to the building adjacent to his building. Laser fire lanced out as several youthful kids took up position as they started a fire fight between guards and themselves out front of the building. “Colonel!” A voice said, and John turned as Sergeant Joseph Watts ran Click here to read the rest of this story (135 more lines)
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