Banned
Location: UIC Space - Hera.
Issoth kept his head on a swivel as he strode through the still peaceful streets and byways of Hera's capital city, flicking his gaze back to the ground every now and then just to make sure he hadn't lost Ralor's trail. Letting his eyes wander over the area, he took note of all the potential places one could use for an ambush, such as the row of stomach high stalls off to his left, or the series of large tree branches growing into the walkway just off to Qell's right. It was a good thing he had too, else he wouldn't have noticed the slight glint off to his left, hovering just above the divider of one of the stalls...
Recognizing it for what it was, light reflecting off of a rifle scope, he dove to the side and pulled Qell along with him just as the sound of gunpowder being ignited and the sharp whizz of a bullet split the air seconds later. Scrambling back to his feet, Issoth charged the stall. Sliding over it as the shooter-a grubby man whose face looked like it had more dirt on it than the planet did-frantically tried to reload, Issoth slammed his palm against his face, sending a small wave of telekinetic force surging through the mans skull, knocking him out. Unslinging his own rifle just as Qell dove beside him, narrowly avoiding a hail of gunfire herself, Issoth flicked off the safety and set the energy output to stun. These were probably locals that Ralor had managed to hire somehow, meaning they couldn't just eliminate them. It would be inefficient, not to mention a potential diplomatic headache for the Arbiters. No, the nonlethal approach would have to do for now.
Glancing over at his partner, he watched as she readied her rifle, causing it to emit a low humming sound.
"Ready?" He asked telepathically, locking his gaze with hers.
Qell nodded, her calm voice echoing in his head a few seconds later. "Always."
"Good," he replied aloud. "Let's get this over with."
Raising their rifles in unison, the pair quickly vaulted out of cover and began picking off their attackers one by one. The first, looking more like a large bundle of rags than a human being, was taken down with a snapped shot to the chest by Issoth while the second, a lithe woman with more tattoos and scars on her than one would think was physically possible, was dropped mid-stride by a quick burst to the stomach from Qell's rifle. And so it went until their attackers, of which there were only six thankfully, were down. Either convulsing on the ground as their bodies were rocked with uncontrollable muscle spasms, or straight up unconscious, the impact having overwhelmed their nervous systems just enough to send their minds careening into the dark abyss of slumber. Flicking the safety's back on, Issoth and Qell nonchalantly slung their rifles back over their shoulders and continued on their way, as though this had been nothing more than a casual bit of exercise for them. Following the tracks once more, the pair paused when they reached a large steel gate that marked the entrance to the jungle proper. Looking to the ground, they saw that the footsteps cut off just at the portcullis mid-section.
Surprised annoyance welled up within Issoth as he examined the area. The son of a bitch had actually gone out there, and by himself no less. Granted it was annoying because that meant both he and Qell had to do the same now, but it was also somewhat surprising as he wouldn't have pinned Ralor as the kind of man who had the balls to run into certain death in order to evade capture. Of course it didn't really matter. Balls or not, that man was going back to Raygon with them, be it on in restraints or a body bag. Turning his attention to a nearby guard, Issoth called for him to open the gate. A bit reluctant at first, the man quickly did as he was told once he'd caught a glance of the armor the two were wearing.
Even out here in the Frontier, the most wild and unpredictable place other than space itself, people had heard of the Enforcers.
Striding out onto a narrow dirt path flanked by thick foliage on either side, their rifles slowly recharging, the pair cautiously made their way deeper into the surrounding jungle as the gate ground to a close behind them. Although they had been in similar locations with even deadlier creatures, they decided to take it slow. Rushing would only make them careless, and carelessness would get them killed.
