An explosion of light forced me to open my eyes.


    I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t see, and my chest felt like it was about two seconds from collapsing in on itself.


    “Don’t panic,” a garbled robotic voice ordered through the pitch dark that had been left after the light, “do you require a memory kicker?”


    “Finn Dexter.” I muttered to myself after remembering my name, raising more questions than I answered.


    “Do you require a memory kicker?” the robot repeated.


    There was a part of me that wanted to say yes, but then I recalled what that entailed and shook my head, “No, no I’ll be fine.” I said as some white text popped up in the bottom right-hand corner of my vision.You might be reading a pirated copy. Look for the official release to support the author.


    Pod initializing…


    Preparing for drop…


    A tablet-sized screen lit up in front of my face, illuminating the coffin-like pod I was strapped into, and gave me an exterior view of the top of the pod.


    “Okay, KillStreak, I’m in KillStreak.” I said as all but my most recent RL memories came back to me, which wasn’t concerning to me whatsoever due to the fact that I’d dropped in about a million times before.


    I watched the screen patiently as the circular doors below my pod dilated in their alien way, and listened as a variety of hisses and clunking sounds echoed around the exterior of my pod.


    Three…


    Two…


    One…


    Good luck.


    A sound like a massive shotgun cocking made me wince, followed by what felt like my stomach doing somersaults as I was fired out of the craft I was in.


    “My name is Finn Dexter…” I worked past a bubble of vomit that had made its way up my throat as I hurtled toward the planet below, “I’m in KillStreak… I’ve been kidnapped.”