Lazer-Beard's Arc

Chapter 1 of 1

Lazer-Beard slammed his gauntlet down on the bounty board, his green beard crackling with energy. The hologram flickered, displaying the galaxy's most wanted criminals. He lived for this—tracking the deadliest targets across the universes and claiming treasures no one else dared to touch. The Hellhound X Coordinate Display Station hummed beneath his metal fingers. Rows of faces scrolled past—thieves, murderers, war criminals. Each one worth millions in credits. Each one a step closer to his ultimate goal: becoming the greatest bounty hunter in existence. His skeletal helmet reflected the red glow of the bounties. One target caught his eye. The Voidbreaker. Wanted across twelve systems. A killer who moved like smoke and left no witnesses. The reward could fund his hunt for the Crimson Vault, a treasure said to contain weapons from the First War. Lazer-Beard's beard flared brighter as he locked in the coordinates. The hunt was on. He crossed the plaza to the Space Captain's Table, its surface glowing with holographic terrain maps. His heavy boots clanged against the metal floor. The table responded to his touch, projecting star systems and forgotten planets. He'd heard rumors about the Crimson Vault for years. Whispers in cantinas. Coded messages from dead smugglers. Now he had a lead. The topographical display showed three possible locations, each more dangerous than the last. One sat inside a black hole's event horizon. Another floated in a graveyard of destroyed warships. The third was buried beneath an active volcano on Karth-9. Lazer-Beard's gauntlet tapped the third location. He would claim the Voidbreaker's bounty first, then use those credits to fund the expedition. The greatest treasure hunter needed the greatest weapons. And the Crimson Vault would give him both. Lazer-Beard strode toward his ship at the edge of the plaza. The Moonslicer waited, its blade-like hull cutting through the station's shadows. Black armor plating caught the purple glow of nearby lights. Red accents traced the weapon ports along its sides. This cruiser was more than transportation—it was his war room, his arsenal, his home. Inside, tracking systems linked directly to every bounty database in the galaxy. Weapon racks held enough firepower to level a city. He climbed the boarding ramp and sealed the hatch behind him. The engines roared to life. Voidbreaker wouldn't expect him. No one ever did. And after that bounty was collected, the Crimson Vault would be within reach. Every dangerous hunt brought him closer to becoming a legend.