Anyway, this excerpt is from my YA scifi adventure Gethyon - a SFR Galaxy Award winner and EPIC finalist in the SF category. Here my young hero has not only fallen foul of the local authorities while trying to leave, but there's a bounty hunter on his tail as well...
The warden drew a blaster from the holster at its hip and started to move toward Gethyon. I just can’t get on the good side of these guys, Gethyon though ruefully, before reaching for the controls and spinning the Drifter toward the hangar exit.
“Shut down your damn drive and surrender!” the hysterical hangar crew yelled at him. Ha, not likely! Gethyon gestured a nonchalant salute at the hangar tech who leapt up and down, waving his arms in negation, and to the warden aiming at his ship, before gunning his craft out of the hangar.
The flash of sunlight from the sea burned across his sight, and he threw up an arm to shield his eyes before reaching for a control that would cut the glare. A dark tint bled across the shattered canopy. The damage limited his external vision so he called up the holographic guidance system which drew the landscape outside over the interior of his ship in lines of green, white and red. Clear of the hangar, he tugged the safety harness around himself, and his ship juddered and rocked under a sudden assault. An alarm shrieked at him as he clasped his hands to the controls. What the Hades did I hit?
The ship shuddered again in answer and jolted out of the sky into a dive toward the sea. With his stomach doing somersaults, Gethyon wrestled to pull her back up, and a shadow shot past the edge of his vision. The Spirit Drifter turned her nose back up and another tremor shook her. Cold drenched through him as another craft zipped overhead. Jinx.
He summoned up the shields and yanked his ship back toward the tower. A touch of fingers swapped the schematic of his surroundings to one that showed his craft as a silver arrow with one in yellow pursuing. Damn!
More shots hit his ship and shook it like a storm-tossed leaf. A symphony of red warning and system failure indicators blazed with increasing brilliance across his console and the intensity of the alarms blossomed into skull-splitting vehemence.
“Siren off!” With it silenced, Gethyon tried to focus on an escape. Jinx’s ship was faster and armed. His shields were already at half-power. If he didn’t shake her off soon, he’d be grounded… or worse.
Two gigantic Seagrafter rigs crawled into the basin barely a few meters apart. Gethyon swung his craft to the right of them and followed a sharp arc in behind them, Jinx close on his tail. The sudden glimmer of an idea filled his mind. He shot out straight toward the side of the basin, even though it cost his craft two more shots to the rear and left his shields perilously weak. As he neared the constructions, he flipped his craft over and flew directly at Jinx who veered aside. In the few moments he knew he had before she corrected for her drastic evasion, he directed the Drifter toward the two Seagrafters and edged the ship lower. The shield touched the surface of the sea, and it spumed water upward. The resulting friction vaporized the water, adding steam to the fountain of liquid that veiled Gethyon’s craft and provided a measure of protection.
The schematics glaring across his canopy showed Jinx’s craft back in pursuit, but no shots followed as she left a greater distance between them. Gethyon allowed himself a grin and aimed his craft at the gap between the Seagrafters. There was barely a hand’s width to spare either side of his curved wings as he flitted between them, and he held his breath. Then he yanked back hard on the controls and forced the Drifter heavenward. He switched his rear vision to real-time, saw Jinx’s craft scrape the side of one Seagrafter and rebound into the other before plunging into the water.
The bounty hunter was down. Somehow, though, he doubted that would be the last he would see of her.