Atton Rand (
stuck_mynock) wrote2009-06-02 09:50 pm
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[OOM] Transimir Station, Lower Levels.
After their twelve hours inside the safe house, there's a sharp ringing from the computer, and a hum and click from the door.
The ringing lasts all of a few minutes, before the blurry Kaleesh appears again.
"Meet us on the Central Bridge. Your computer has a map." With that, he's gone again.
The ringing lasts all of a few minutes, before the blurry Kaleesh appears again.
"Meet us on the Central Bridge. Your computer has a map." With that, he's gone again.
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A protective zone keeps them from being deafened, but should hopefully hurt everyone else in the near vicinity.
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Then, their armour changes. Specifically, the helmets - they reshape themselves, just slightly, around where the ears would be. The one on the platform, having been shot, and having caught the full brunt of the screech, is clearly not going to be getting up for a while, though he groans and twitches slightly, but the others straighten up.
Two more land on the platform, as Lagos backs off to get between Will and Guppy, trying to make himself small.
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"Ye, find us somethin' we can get out o''ere with!"
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They're remarkably fast and agile, it seems.
Lagos, meanwhile, starts peering around for a ship that doesn't look like it'd have good security.
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He's not sure the best way to fight those blades but he'll do all he can.
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Guppy is spared from the immediate wrath of the remaining soldier by the fact that Will has something sharp, is thusly presumably more dangerous, so Will gets swiped at with the claws.
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Meanwhile, Lagos apparently spots a small shuttle nearby, and starts tugging Guppy towards it.
Two soldiers jump into their path, backed up by a person who is clearly not a Sith - an unarmoured, burly man with what looks like a baseball bat.
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Those blades look deadly, and if his guns and unarmed combat won't work he's not sure what to do...
So instead he gets a clear shot and shoots the unarmoured man with his blaster, freeing up Will to take on one of the remaining men.
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The soldiers pay him no attention, raising their claws, as the deodorant-sprayed soldier approaches from behind, slowly and cautiously, as he still can't really see properly.
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It explodes, violently, knocking Guppy back too, but he gets up quickly and runs past them, looking behind to check that Will is winning.
He hopes so. He's out of ideas.
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One of the other soldiers is knocked back by the explosion, right off the edge of the bridge (no handrails, for shame), whereupon he plummets down quite a way. The fall doesn't seem to faze him, but it does mean he's far, far away.
Lagos takes the chance to dash over to the shuttle, open it, and hurry in.
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Those blades hurt but he doesn't have time to think about that now.
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Then, in unison, every soldier, on every level of the docking bay, drops down to one knee, heads bowed. Reluctantly, the unarmoured men, with their makeshift weapons, also drop down to their knees.
At a balcony high above, a black-and-gold armoured figure appears, cloak trailing behind him. Will and Guppy might recognise him as Enzu Koren, the man from the news broadcasts.
Slowly and deliberately, he reaches to his belt, pulling a lightsaber from it and igniting it, red blade extending upwards with a hiss.
At which point, the engines on the shuttle starts.
"Get in!" Lagos calls. "We're ready to leave."
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He opens his bag and tries to get out the skin fuser without touching either of his palms. If he can get the skin to heal up fast enough he can help, or something... his trouser leg is wet, his hands are shaking and his vision full of the little black spots that threaten to make him make an ass of himself.
"I'm sorry." he says, over and over again as he tries to heal himself up.
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On his balcony, Koren flicks off his lightsaber, staring after the ship.
"Bring me a vessel, and inform the Exchange that our alliance, and our rule of this station, must unfortunately come to a premature end. I want all troops back on the Wyrm within half an hour. I won't be responsible for the fates of those who remain behind."
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"There should be kolto and bandages in that box near the door," Lagos says. "Painkillers, too. They'll do a good job on any wounds you have." He pauses, frowning out the viewscreen, as the massive, crustacean-esque ship turns about and towards them. "We may have a bit of a bumpy ride, though."
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"Naught to 'pologize for, just rest. Thank ye, just glad to get out o''er."
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