Chapter 1
A lonely motorcycle roared along the sand dunes. The only relief from the heat was a gentle cooling breeze. A mask pulled up over her face and goggles with dark lenses pulled down over her eyes. A light crystal layer of sweat decorated her lean body as she rode in the sun, the tyres churned up the sand with ease as she rode. She took a quick glance in her rearview mirrors and saw three other bikers behind her. She sighed and revved her engine louder as she was desperate to get away. She raced to the tallest dune she could see. “God, I hope this works!” she whispers to herself. She drove to the top and used one leg to stabilise herself, as she raced down the dune safe from the eyes of her pursuers for now.
She could see her refuge not far from her now, she dropped down lower into some tunnels. The roaring engine of her motorcycle was loud as it echoed around the prehistoric tunnels; which she now called home. She raced to safety, she could see the metal doors opening already as they had registered the signal coming from her bike. She came to a halt in the middle of the massive garage building. She sat on the saddle panting and drinking in the cold temperature. She dismounted and stood running a hand over her long auburn hair, “that was far too close for my liking! They’re getting bolder I’ll give them that,” she said to herself. She walked to her life which took her up to her skeletal home.
She lived in the barracks of an old clan. An old clan that had died out long ago, after leaving her home this was the only shelter she could find. Their armouries still stood, however, they were cob-web-covered and the blades were still sharp. Suits of armour were covered in thick layers of dust, and large alien spider-like creatures crossed with rats scurried around the place too. It was huge with all its twisting turns and intricate tunnels. She had covered every area with defences if anyone ever found her, it looked like the inside of a space shuttle almost.
“Solitudes not all bad,” she said as she walked the halls and turned on the speakers to have her music blaring around the base, the sand leaving dusty footprints as it fell from her boots. It was pitch until she flicked up a lever and all the light came to life, revealing a very technological complex. She had replaced her family with robots, built out of scraps that she had foraged out in the desert from rotting and rusty vehicles. “Welcome home miss,” one of the robots says turning to her.
“Bring up the map for the desert, and show the coordinates of those bikes?” she asks. The map was brought up almost like a hologram, she touched it and spun it around, they were above her now. She could hear the grumbling engines of their bikes through the thick sand. She sighed and breathed slowly, she was hoping they wouldn’t pick up on the entrance but luckily they sped off. She let out the breath she had been holding.
“You need to rest miss,” one of the robots said. Ace shakes her head. “But your vitals say otherwise.” She punched the robot and knocked it off its feet, it fell with a loud bang and leaked oil all over the floor, within moments other robots came out to clean up the mess. While she returned to her garage to fix up one of her old desert bikes.
