At the dead of night, the large dark silhouette of a ship obscures the moon's presence, with people running to the streets in chaos, flashing lights of red and blue rise to rival the stars, and the mad laughter of a lone girl echoes across the hundreds of planets in the galaxy. Sirens could be heard from every corner of the metropolis as countless vehicles slowly ascended towards the sky. The alien citizens retreat from their abodes and crowd around the heart of the city as their chatter rivals the noise above.
"What in Helix's name happened!?" asked one from the crowd.
"The mayor! He was robbed!" yelped a one-eyed woman.
"What the hell? Who would have the gall to do that!?" yelled an older man with sharp teeth.
"Guess who?" called out a person from the front, pointing towards the broken down building at the city's center.
The garden around the place was a pigsty, pots shattered, petals scattered, and shrubbery torn to the branch. Water and mud was all over the place, with the house at the center having multiple windows shattered and curtains in shreds. Roof tiles slid down as they crashed on the pavement, charred by shots from complex weaponry. At the core of the building was a gaping hole, revealing the interior that was destroyed and in shambles.
"That damn star-shaped hole, eh? Should've known it was her." the elder man grumbled.
"Yeah, it's her, that infamous space pirate. 'Starmina.'" another responded.
The shouts of police officers fought against the prying eyes of the people. Specialized police vehicles flew towards the ship in the sky. The ship was dark and foreboding, painted black and purple with eerie green lights seeping through its cracks. A manic face was painted at its hull, one with fiery eyes and a crooked smile, fitting as the ship was emitting a mad laugh. As the police vehicles approached, artillery burst through the ship's walls, firing beams of energy towards its pursuers. The night sky was illuminated by beams of light firing at several angles as the crowd of monstrous-looking people watched from below.
Amidst the chaos, within the empty homes, the clever kleptomaniac made her rounds taking what she could. The elusive Starmina laughed in silence to herself, praising herself for her genius plan.
"Damn idiots, I didn't get this far being a show-off." she said sarcastically. "But please, keep looking up, brainlets."
She hid amongst the shadows in her pitch black garb in contrast to her bright yellow eyes with star shaped irises. Her invasions were unheard amidst the clashing of lasers. Her stance was cocky, her movement casual and lax despite the stealthy operation. Her body swayed as she walked, not stopping as she grabbed whatever she saw valuable. As she went she would dance to a bittersweet tune she would hum. To her this operation was no different from a shopping spree, only difference being she owed nothing to the ignorant alien citizens.
Starmina leapt out of a window and into an alleyway. From the corner, she took a peak to see the crowd with their eyes drawn upwards.
"Heh, guess these losers really don't have anything to do, huh?" she snickered. "Alright, think it's time to head back to the pod."
She slowly stepped backwards into the dark alley before making a dash. Within the narrow filthy walls sat a mysterious craft, decorated and painted in a similar fashion to the massive ship in the sky. Starmina was hauling the large bag of stolen goods into the vehicle when something emerged from the shadows. Suddenly, two massive chains burst from within the alley's darkness, constricting the elusive space pirate into submission. The chains glew a magical gold color, and she could feel how cold they were as they wrapped tighter and tighter. A large figure revealed himself from the shadows. He was tall. His chest jutted outwards in pride as he looked down at her in dominance. In contrast to her movement, he walked upright and professionally, his large arms barely swaying as he marched forward towards his apprehended foe. His clothing was a lot brighter, white and gold, dressing him to look much like a statue. He held the ends of both chains, moving them like tentacles under his command.
"Phoebe Apus, or should I say Starmina?" he said with a deep and stoic voice. "I'm quite impressed with the spectacle you put on, but I've been studying you, punk."
He reached for his left sleeve and pressed a button. A holographic screen appeared, displaying the image of a badge and a profile.
He continued. "The name is Zefron Storme, chief of the Galactic Police Federation. It has been a long wait, but you're under arrest for countless accounts of breaking and entering, arson, destruction of property, driving an unregistered vehicle, theft, and a lot more."
The defeated Starmina could only look up angrily at the man as he crouched down and pinned her head on the ground.
"You've caused the universe quite the trouble, bastard."
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STARMINA
Science FictionA summarized collection of plot points in the journey of Phoebe Apus, otherwise known as Starmina, the ex-greatest space pirate in the galaxy. After being caught by officials, she was assigned into tasks by the ASTER Union, accompanied by an android...
