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A wave of ghouls hit the front door and rattled the makeshift barricade they had erected. Gabe stepped away as more hit the window he had just blocked off. Finding the star had filled him with some sort of purpose or faith that they were on the right track and success was near despite the setbacks of losing two members of the group. Realistically he was growing unsure they would last long against an onslaught of this magnitude. The enemy seemed to generate mass numbers from thin air and only three now stood to face them. The sounds of the inhuman screams and countless dead fingers and feet scrabbling up the outer wall of the tower could be heard from inside.
"Isn't there another way outa here!?" he shouted at the robot.
The sound of splintering wood and shattering glass from upstairs made him forget everything he had been thinking and stop caring about whatever the answer to that question might be. Annabelle. He wheeled around and sprinted up the stairs two and three steps at a time sword at his side. When he burst through the door of the chamber Anna also had her weapon drawn, intense pain on her face, doing her best to get ready to fight off the rotting monster that was climbing in. It lunged at her, but only met with a laser sword splitting it open from belly to the crown of its skull as Gabe jumped over the bed and sliced upward. Another was clawing at the window. He delivered a swift kick to it's ugly face and sent it howling and flailing to the ground below.
"Sorry," he huffed and nodded at Anna.
From the second floor the view was even more discouraging than it had been downstairs. He wanted to warn Sebastian and SEV about the absolute flood of bodies coming their way, but doubted it would help at all if they didn't already see it. They were swarming everything. He slid a huge wardrobe across the room and shoved it up against the window before heading for the door. The building was starting to shake. The quake swelled with such strength he staggered as the floor shifted underfoot. There could not be that many... His hand clenched around the hilt of his sword. They had to get out of here. Before he could ask his question of SEV again there was an absolute uproar from beyond the tower. At first it sounded like an explosion, then a landslide, then the quake stopped. The sound of roaring quantum collision engines and anti-tank plasma accelerator guns drowned out everything else.
"I SAID I'M FINE!" Brooklyn screamed unsure if DT could even hear her over the noise of this beast. She could barely hear herself even with the sound proofing of the cockpit and she definitely couldn't hear the beeping of the robot anymore. However she could certainly feel the annoying Morse tapping on the side of her helmet. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. The thick electrodes that had been jammed into the base of her skull, six locations along her upper spine, into every fingertip and the palms of her hands said otherwise. Now she knew why she had never seen anything quite like this in production. Somehow the sync of her nervous system to such an inhuman thing seemed wrong... but oh so right. The maniacal grin had not left her face even though there had been no effort to put systems in place that reduced the pain suffered by the pilot upon hook up and the occasional impulse misfire in the electrodes.
"I've got--" she winced as the durasteel body twisted upward, "I've got this!" she said for the millionth time, "I'm figuring it out aren't I!?"
DT was tapping on her helmet again.
"I've never piloted anything before. Will you shut up? My ex used to build these! We'll be fine!!" She forced the goliath machine forward with all her strength and they finally burst out of the tunnel system and into the world above. There was a shock at the base of her skull that nearly blinded her with pain. Sweat ran down the side of her face. Stone, dust, concrete and bodies rained down after the eruption. The machine writhed away from the hole it had made. Ghouls scattered away if they had been lucky. Their bloodthirsty animal instinct drew blanks on what to do in this situation. The massive but agile mech twisted on it's back, looking like an amorphous mess of parts in its current state, snaked around, re-articulated its legs, spine, tail and guns, and came upright before the legion of monsters. It stood between the bulk of the wave and the tower, weapons raised, coated in black iron ball paint with a dark blue sheen running over its panels. A sixty foot sentinel fresh from the depths of hell.
"Ah," Brooklyn chimed happily whipping through the holographic menus and readings over the display, "So that's how the guns work."
The entire mech rumbled when she charged the guns and rocked back on its legs when the devastating blasts were released into the crowd. Again and again she fired into them. They threw themselves all over the body but she quickly swatted them away if they could even hold on against the thing's lightning speed. As she gained more control the Ghouls stood less and less of a chance. However they were starting to avoid her as she ran them over, struck them down with well placed tail whips, incinerated them and blew them to chunks of flesh. The were focusing on the the tower where the others had been headed.
"Oh no you don't!" she hissed. Quickly she went to access the guns again, but the electrodes misfired for the thousandth time right into the palm of her hand and she twitched. Instead of plasma blasts a deep red glow came from above her. The tail was lighting up. Out of it screamed a red laser.
"Shit!" she turned the machine around and managed to burn through a line of ghouls at the doors of the tower and a thirty foot long, six foot deep, smoldering trench in the ground before she managed to shut it off again.
DT tapped furiously on her helmet. She could feel the blood running down her lips from both nostrils.
"I don't care," she giggled feeling all too giddy, "I want one."
"Isn't there another way outa here!?" he shouted at the robot.
The sound of splintering wood and shattering glass from upstairs made him forget everything he had been thinking and stop caring about whatever the answer to that question might be. Annabelle. He wheeled around and sprinted up the stairs two and three steps at a time sword at his side. When he burst through the door of the chamber Anna also had her weapon drawn, intense pain on her face, doing her best to get ready to fight off the rotting monster that was climbing in. It lunged at her, but only met with a laser sword splitting it open from belly to the crown of its skull as Gabe jumped over the bed and sliced upward. Another was clawing at the window. He delivered a swift kick to it's ugly face and sent it howling and flailing to the ground below.
"Sorry," he huffed and nodded at Anna.
From the second floor the view was even more discouraging than it had been downstairs. He wanted to warn Sebastian and SEV about the absolute flood of bodies coming their way, but doubted it would help at all if they didn't already see it. They were swarming everything. He slid a huge wardrobe across the room and shoved it up against the window before heading for the door. The building was starting to shake. The quake swelled with such strength he staggered as the floor shifted underfoot. There could not be that many... His hand clenched around the hilt of his sword. They had to get out of here. Before he could ask his question of SEV again there was an absolute uproar from beyond the tower. At first it sounded like an explosion, then a landslide, then the quake stopped. The sound of roaring quantum collision engines and anti-tank plasma accelerator guns drowned out everything else.
"I SAID I'M FINE!" Brooklyn screamed unsure if DT could even hear her over the noise of this beast. She could barely hear herself even with the sound proofing of the cockpit and she definitely couldn't hear the beeping of the robot anymore. However she could certainly feel the annoying Morse tapping on the side of her helmet. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. The thick electrodes that had been jammed into the base of her skull, six locations along her upper spine, into every fingertip and the palms of her hands said otherwise. Now she knew why she had never seen anything quite like this in production. Somehow the sync of her nervous system to such an inhuman thing seemed wrong... but oh so right. The maniacal grin had not left her face even though there had been no effort to put systems in place that reduced the pain suffered by the pilot upon hook up and the occasional impulse misfire in the electrodes.
"I've got--" she winced as the durasteel body twisted upward, "I've got this!" she said for the millionth time, "I'm figuring it out aren't I!?"
DT was tapping on her helmet again.
"I've never piloted anything before. Will you shut up? My ex used to build these! We'll be fine!!" She forced the goliath machine forward with all her strength and they finally burst out of the tunnel system and into the world above. There was a shock at the base of her skull that nearly blinded her with pain. Sweat ran down the side of her face. Stone, dust, concrete and bodies rained down after the eruption. The machine writhed away from the hole it had made. Ghouls scattered away if they had been lucky. Their bloodthirsty animal instinct drew blanks on what to do in this situation. The massive but agile mech twisted on it's back, looking like an amorphous mess of parts in its current state, snaked around, re-articulated its legs, spine, tail and guns, and came upright before the legion of monsters. It stood between the bulk of the wave and the tower, weapons raised, coated in black iron ball paint with a dark blue sheen running over its panels. A sixty foot sentinel fresh from the depths of hell.
"Ah," Brooklyn chimed happily whipping through the holographic menus and readings over the display, "So that's how the guns work."
The entire mech rumbled when she charged the guns and rocked back on its legs when the devastating blasts were released into the crowd. Again and again she fired into them. They threw themselves all over the body but she quickly swatted them away if they could even hold on against the thing's lightning speed. As she gained more control the Ghouls stood less and less of a chance. However they were starting to avoid her as she ran them over, struck them down with well placed tail whips, incinerated them and blew them to chunks of flesh. The were focusing on the the tower where the others had been headed.
"Oh no you don't!" she hissed. Quickly she went to access the guns again, but the electrodes misfired for the thousandth time right into the palm of her hand and she twitched. Instead of plasma blasts a deep red glow came from above her. The tail was lighting up. Out of it screamed a red laser.
"Shit!" she turned the machine around and managed to burn through a line of ghouls at the doors of the tower and a thirty foot long, six foot deep, smoldering trench in the ground before she managed to shut it off again.
DT tapped furiously on her helmet. She could feel the blood running down her lips from both nostrils.
"I don't care," she giggled feeling all too giddy, "I want one."
"NO! He's lying! I have nothing to do with any--" he bit his tongue when the blasts filled the air around him. The police here weren't the listening sort. DAMMIT. DAMMIT. DAMMIT. Confused and panicked, he had tried to scramble away from the skirmish but found himself frozen when the man started throwing the police around like rag dolls. At first he thought this might be a jedi, but jedi didn't wear armor like that and they didn't fight like that. It was horrifying and fascinating in the most disgusting way imaginable. Things only got worse. By the time he was grabbed and pulled to his feet he was forcing down the urge to vomit. The sounds of shattering bone still fresh in his mind.
More police were showing up and he realized there would be no way to explain his way out of the situation. His life had been ruined in a matter of seconds. He would be hauled away in cuffs and locked up... again... Not in the same way, but still locked up. His fists clenched and his spine tingled. He would die first. He had to get away. Quickly he was snapped out of it.
"Hired? Hired for what!?" he sneered, "I'm not helping you and I don't owe you a damn thing!"
"You do know they have cameras in their helmets, right? You're a wanted man cause you're not smart and don't have a helmet. Plus, they'll send a jedi after you, whom will be able to track you down like a Kath hound after a baby because of your inability to hide force powers. Yes, it's quite obvious you have them."
"Of course I don't have a helmet, asshole. They don't--" he stopped and took a deep breath. No point in arguing here. His shoulders stiffened and he kept his eyes locked on the man's visor... "Fine. Just get me out of here. What am I doing?"
"Fix my ship!" Marquis came down from his scrap pile and joined them, speaking directly to the Togruta. He took his hand and shook it. "Greetings, sir, a please. Please excuse my ignorant friend, he is insane. Our ship is...damaged, to say the least and the engines have stopped working again and the thrusters might not be able to get us to a repair station to adequately repair them. If it is no trouble, please follow me and I will show you what must be fixed."
"Oh sure, take all the fun out of it." Zen said as he crossed his arms and looked away. "If you wish to have fun, wait a few minutes. More police will no doubt show up." "YES!" He reached to the back of his belt and pulled up his saber, clicking the button. The black light extended from the saber quietly. He spun it in his hand a little and went off to try and find them first."
"We're gonna die..." he muttered quietly as the psycho ran off and hurried along with the droid, "Who the hell said I could fix it, eh?"
"Either you fix it or we wait six days while the automatic repair program tries to make sense of it, which it never does. During said time, you will most likely be detained by the police and subjected to brutal prison..."intimacy." As a bonus however, you might be able to get off planet with us."
"Alright! Alright! Stop! I get it..." Being reminded of being detained again was more than unpleasant. Then he made a mental note to stop asking questions seeing now that they would never be answered. "Tell me where the ship is. I need tools first unless you got 'em already, buddy."
"We have several tools, though you might have a few more specialized ones." He lead him deeper into the scrap yard and to a large scrap ship, one that most mechanics would start crying at when they saw it's condition. "Mind the dust, it was stuck on-" He stopped as they both looked up and saw a policeman fly over head, sailing out of the junk yard. "Well, now they've seen us. Fantastic. Zenithar will not require our help however, he has done this type of thing before. Shall we?"
"What. The..." upon seeing the "ship" he found he was suddenly unable to remember how to speak basic. A million thoughts raced through his head many of which had something to do with unfixable piles of shit, metal death traps, burning up in the atmosphere, getting arrested, getting shot, getting butchered by maniac not-jedi, etc... He was burning up and being forced into a corner. The Togruta shook in rage, let out a feral snarl and started yelling something in an alien language before throwing up his hands. The ground at his feet seemed to heave upward and a few spare parts in the dirt hovered momentarily before he turned on his heels and started racing for the shop. He didn't trust them to have what he needed on board that thing.
"Get...!" he couldn't find the words and just looked at the droid and jabbed a finger at the ship, "I'll be back!"
Ducking yet even more blaster fire from the fighting he ran the maze as fast as his body would allow until he reached the large building at the front of the yard. There kicked down the door of the shop so hard, the lock and hinges snapped immediately and a deep rectangular dent was left in the wall on the opposite side of the room. The Togruta rushed through the cavernous shop throwing things off shelves and out of boxes into a stiff, heavy duffle bag. Several tools flew from across the repair bay toward him at dangerous speeds where he caught them in mid-air and threw them in the bag with the rest. All the while hissing and grumbling in the strange tongue until he was done packing and let out a stifled, "FUCK."
Back at the ship the gentlemanly droid and a strange female voice spoke to each other and then to him but he didn't care to focus on them enough to listen. He stripped off his jacket, tied back his lekku, popped a long panel out of the floor and one out of the ceiling, and threw them aside with no care or grace.
"Engines and thrusters first. Turn them over," he snapped. He listened to the utterly pathetic noise of the ship trying to struggle to life then grabbed the bag of tools and slipped into the cavern in the floor. He twisted and maneuvered through the cramped belly of the beast like a snake until he found what he was looking for. There was a special place in hell for whoever had done the electric work in this thing. Not to mention the mother. Fucking. Dust. He coughed and spat while soldering a conduit back into place. He writhed back out of the pit and immediately pulled himself up into the top of the ship slithering through an even more tight space with just as much ease. There he kicked several vents loose that had locked up or were clogged. A temporary fix but it would have to do or the thrusters would never fire. For several minutes he ran around like crazy ignoring anything that was said to him until finally, upside-down, incredibly hot, uncomfortable and taking his life into his own hands by not doing this in a more open space he welded a massive split in the power converter of the right engine.
Snapping the visor of the welding mask up he yelled back up to the cockpit to start her up again. Quickly he backed up out of the floor nearly blackened by dust, grease, metal shavings and sweat. A deep rumble followed by the sound of ignition roared through the cab and the scrap yard.
"She lives," he grinned with bared fangs and a wild look in his eye, "Let's go!"
More police were showing up and he realized there would be no way to explain his way out of the situation. His life had been ruined in a matter of seconds. He would be hauled away in cuffs and locked up... again... Not in the same way, but still locked up. His fists clenched and his spine tingled. He would die first. He had to get away. Quickly he was snapped out of it.
"Hired? Hired for what!?" he sneered, "I'm not helping you and I don't owe you a damn thing!"
"You do know they have cameras in their helmets, right? You're a wanted man cause you're not smart and don't have a helmet. Plus, they'll send a jedi after you, whom will be able to track you down like a Kath hound after a baby because of your inability to hide force powers. Yes, it's quite obvious you have them."
"Of course I don't have a helmet, asshole. They don't--" he stopped and took a deep breath. No point in arguing here. His shoulders stiffened and he kept his eyes locked on the man's visor... "Fine. Just get me out of here. What am I doing?"
"Fix my ship!" Marquis came down from his scrap pile and joined them, speaking directly to the Togruta. He took his hand and shook it. "Greetings, sir, a please. Please excuse my ignorant friend, he is insane. Our ship is...damaged, to say the least and the engines have stopped working again and the thrusters might not be able to get us to a repair station to adequately repair them. If it is no trouble, please follow me and I will show you what must be fixed."
"Oh sure, take all the fun out of it." Zen said as he crossed his arms and looked away. "If you wish to have fun, wait a few minutes. More police will no doubt show up." "YES!" He reached to the back of his belt and pulled up his saber, clicking the button. The black light extended from the saber quietly. He spun it in his hand a little and went off to try and find them first."
"We're gonna die..." he muttered quietly as the psycho ran off and hurried along with the droid, "Who the hell said I could fix it, eh?"
"Either you fix it or we wait six days while the automatic repair program tries to make sense of it, which it never does. During said time, you will most likely be detained by the police and subjected to brutal prison..."intimacy." As a bonus however, you might be able to get off planet with us."
"Alright! Alright! Stop! I get it..." Being reminded of being detained again was more than unpleasant. Then he made a mental note to stop asking questions seeing now that they would never be answered. "Tell me where the ship is. I need tools first unless you got 'em already, buddy."
"We have several tools, though you might have a few more specialized ones." He lead him deeper into the scrap yard and to a large scrap ship, one that most mechanics would start crying at when they saw it's condition. "Mind the dust, it was stuck on-" He stopped as they both looked up and saw a policeman fly over head, sailing out of the junk yard. "Well, now they've seen us. Fantastic. Zenithar will not require our help however, he has done this type of thing before. Shall we?"
"What. The..." upon seeing the "ship" he found he was suddenly unable to remember how to speak basic. A million thoughts raced through his head many of which had something to do with unfixable piles of shit, metal death traps, burning up in the atmosphere, getting arrested, getting shot, getting butchered by maniac not-jedi, etc... He was burning up and being forced into a corner. The Togruta shook in rage, let out a feral snarl and started yelling something in an alien language before throwing up his hands. The ground at his feet seemed to heave upward and a few spare parts in the dirt hovered momentarily before he turned on his heels and started racing for the shop. He didn't trust them to have what he needed on board that thing.
"Get...!" he couldn't find the words and just looked at the droid and jabbed a finger at the ship, "I'll be back!"
Ducking yet even more blaster fire from the fighting he ran the maze as fast as his body would allow until he reached the large building at the front of the yard. There kicked down the door of the shop so hard, the lock and hinges snapped immediately and a deep rectangular dent was left in the wall on the opposite side of the room. The Togruta rushed through the cavernous shop throwing things off shelves and out of boxes into a stiff, heavy duffle bag. Several tools flew from across the repair bay toward him at dangerous speeds where he caught them in mid-air and threw them in the bag with the rest. All the while hissing and grumbling in the strange tongue until he was done packing and let out a stifled, "FUCK."
Back at the ship the gentlemanly droid and a strange female voice spoke to each other and then to him but he didn't care to focus on them enough to listen. He stripped off his jacket, tied back his lekku, popped a long panel out of the floor and one out of the ceiling, and threw them aside with no care or grace.
"Engines and thrusters first. Turn them over," he snapped. He listened to the utterly pathetic noise of the ship trying to struggle to life then grabbed the bag of tools and slipped into the cavern in the floor. He twisted and maneuvered through the cramped belly of the beast like a snake until he found what he was looking for. There was a special place in hell for whoever had done the electric work in this thing. Not to mention the mother. Fucking. Dust. He coughed and spat while soldering a conduit back into place. He writhed back out of the pit and immediately pulled himself up into the top of the ship slithering through an even more tight space with just as much ease. There he kicked several vents loose that had locked up or were clogged. A temporary fix but it would have to do or the thrusters would never fire. For several minutes he ran around like crazy ignoring anything that was said to him until finally, upside-down, incredibly hot, uncomfortable and taking his life into his own hands by not doing this in a more open space he welded a massive split in the power converter of the right engine.
Snapping the visor of the welding mask up he yelled back up to the cockpit to start her up again. Quickly he backed up out of the floor nearly blackened by dust, grease, metal shavings and sweat. A deep rumble followed by the sound of ignition roared through the cab and the scrap yard.
"She lives," he grinned with bared fangs and a wild look in his eye, "Let's go!"
Long ago... in a galaxy far away...
The Clone Wars have been raging for nearly a decade and are reaching a bloody crescendo. Coruscant itself has not escaped unscathed as it's infrastructure and populace have seen a share of these brutal clashes on their own soil.
With destruction, homelessness, slavery, starvation, refugees and civilian death tolls on the rise the citizens of the Galactic Republic grow distrustful of the Jedi (who seem to be at the heart of the conflict but are notorious for not getting their hands dirty) and desperate for an end to the fighting. Separatist forces only seem to expand while Republic resources dwindle.
Propaganda and rumors of a mysterious terror in the Outer Rim circle the streets of the Galactic Seat. The people turn to their senate and their beloved Chancellor Palatine for protection and answers.
Deeply tinted by the setting sun, an orange haze drifted through the streets of the lower Coruscant slums. Citizens trudged along as usual. Some were headed home, some to stand in food lines and others simply wandered because that was all they could do. At their feet refuse and rubble littered the walkways and alleys. All around shifty characters waited in shadows and the foundations of the structures that towered into the sky had become damaged and neglected. Above them messages from the senate and Chancellor Palpatine as well as news from the war front chattered away in a near unbroken stream. Those lucky enough to not end up down hear zipped around above them though the traffic had slowed substantially in years past. The atmosphere was anything but silent but coalesced into a tense ambiance that became a constant down here. Until it was broken by the scream of blaster fire and and the low reverberation of someone being thrown out of a forcefield.
Citizens scattered from the front of the canteena with shouts of shock and confused murmurs to either hurry along or stay and watch from a safe distance. An ex-patron rolled off his back to his hands and knees with a pained hiss. After shaking off the initial shock he stumbled to his feet, staggered and sprinted forward as two more people rushed out of the front door.
"Move!" he gave little notice before bolting through the small crowd. The other two came hot on his heels.
The glowing lights of shops and homes along the darkening streets became unfocused, blurred, streaks of color as he ran. Every now and again the orange sky would burst through a split in the buildings. Reassurances that he was moving faster than he felt he was since the feeling in his legs had been somewhat reduced by the evening's bad decisions. Wait, which senator had he told the Arconan to go shove his... Dammit! What had he said!? It was so witty too! He wanted to keep that one! In his efforts to remember what had transpired only minutes ago the Togruta lost his sense of surroundings and sprinted into the street and found himself face to face with an oncoming rubbish hauler. The horn blared loudly and the headlights blinded him lighting up his nerves like an inferno. He overcame the startled pause and wheeled out of the path of the hauler which blasted past with only inches between them. The draft ripped at his clothes and lekku but he was unscathed. His heart was racing and he grinned. His perusers slowed to a jog with stunned expressions on their faces.
"HA!," he yelled at them while backing up, "Look at that! I'm untouchabl--" another horn blared but this time the sideways, out of control vehicle hurdled toward him and he didn't have time to move. A silent curse caught in his throat as he pulled a stupid face, as his life didn't flash before his eyes because he was too scared to think, and as he instinctively held his hands out like that would really stop nearly two tons of steel. As if hitting an invisible wall the hovering transport wheeled into the air above him, the doors buckling inward on impact. It flipped once and struck the ground on his other side sending sparks and shattered pieces flying. The chassis skidded along until friction brought it to a stop. The people inside were shook up and looked around trying to figure out what happened. Jaws dropped. Silence. Even the Togruta was a little unsure of himself at this point... but he was still alive.
"Un-fucking-touchable," he hissed.
"Kill him!" the Arconan screamed. A rapid burst of blaster fire tore past his head, one blast singing his jacket and burning his shoulder. He ducked, spun and started running again. Still extremely lithe for being three sheets to the wind.
"Dammit!" he cursed. This. This is exactly why everybody kept telling him he was a bad drinker and should stay away from canteenas.
He took a turn down a narrow, barren walk-way where little light was able to reach. The area was getting more familiar. With out needing to see it he launched himself up and over a short barrier and relaxed for the long fall he knew came after it. An eight foot drop and he hit the ground letting his legs buckle and rolled to absorb the hit. Then underestimated the momentum he had built stumbled and landed on his ass. More blaster fire as the two morons struggled with the wall. He rolled out of the way and lurched back into a run. He was getting close to the scrap and repair yard where he worked. Confidence rose as he was sure he could lose them in the maze of twisted metal and parts and then sleep this all off like it had never happened. Having done it many times before in the months he had been on Coruscant he scaled one of the houses near by, hurried over the low rooftops and jumped a gap to a steel ramp that surrounded and barricaded the massive yard.
The sun was down and now the furnaces and bursts of flame from the mills and refineries in the area lit the way. It was a long slide down the ramp and the razor wire fence at the bottom was approaching fast. Gotta time it right. a nasty scar down his right shin was testament to timing it wrong. With roughly ten feet to go he burst off the ramp with all his strength and sailed over the fence. He hit the other side hard and skidded to a stop, crashing to his knees and side. He couldn't see them anywhere.
With a relieved sigh he got up and brushed off the dust. His body ached and his head spun but he was still in good shape and would live to see another day on this hell-hole of a planet. He looked up at the sky obstructed by towers and smoke. The traffic high above was only just visible and the stars beyond that were even harder to see, but they were still there. Almost immediately after arriving he had realized that coming to Coruscant was a bad idea. The Republic was falling apart at its core and this was not the safe haven it had been made out to be around the rest of the galaxy. He wouldn't make the same mistake again. One of these days, one way or another he was getting off this rock.
Over his shoulder he could hear voices. He swore and scrambled into the rows of scrap looking for a place to hide as the men looked for a way in.
CHARACTERS
Name: Zenithar "Zen" Ouran
Gender: Male
Age: 38
Species: Mandalorian
Home Planet: Duxn
Appearance:
*Note, he doesn't have a hood or cape, just the robes themselves.
Zen has pitch black hair like many other Mandalorians. His face is squared and grizzled, a light beard on his chin. He has dark gray eyes with various small scars all over this face. His lips are thin and his nose is small. There are multiple large scars all over his body as well. He is a large man, muscled and lean, and tanned, though none of them came from a regimen. They came from a couple years stuck on a desert planet.
Extras:
Weapons:
He is a powerful force user and has been strong in it since he was a young boy, since having been cast out by his brothers his force powers have only grown, but exponentially grown when he crashed on Korriban and was forced to spend two years there, mired in the dark side, learning from holocrons and having literally nothing to do but learn how to throw rocks at other rocks.
Zen's stuff:
Name: Iisska Reylos
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Species: Togruta
Home Planet: Shili
Appearance: Tends to dress average. Ties his lekku back out of the way when working. He is rather muscular from his profession and from the trouble he tends to get into. Montrals not included he stands at an average height of just under six feet. He has long fangs where a human would normally have canine teeth.
Extras: Carries a DT 57 "Superheavy" Blaster Pistol. Has been force sensitive since infancy and can manipulate it, but in an undisciplined, unpredictable and dangerous manner as he has had no formal training. Montrals (horn-like structures) are a hollow organ comparable to ears which provide a form of passive echolocation and increase spatial awareness in the species. They are also used to create extended tones, trills and vocalizations in the Togruta's native language.[/hider]
NPCs
PLOT/NON-LORE NOTES
For all intents and purposes this RP is based in my alternate universe re-write rather than sticking to canon because oh my god do I really have to point out all the problems in the prequels? This is where I'm going to keep track of all my plot changes because there are a lot of them... Actually I pretty much cut out enough useless bullshit to get rid of two whole movies. Also there are certain things in Star Wars canon which are never explained and I make up shit to fill in the gaps. That will go here as well. This section will probably be updated a lot.
Name: Zenithar "Zen" Ouran
Gender: Male
Age: 38
Species: Mandalorian
Home Planet: Duxn
Appearance:
*Note, he doesn't have a hood or cape, just the robes themselves.
Zen has pitch black hair like many other Mandalorians. His face is squared and grizzled, a light beard on his chin. He has dark gray eyes with various small scars all over this face. His lips are thin and his nose is small. There are multiple large scars all over his body as well. He is a large man, muscled and lean, and tanned, though none of them came from a regimen. They came from a couple years stuck on a desert planet.
Extras:
Weapons:
He is a powerful force user and has been strong in it since he was a young boy, since having been cast out by his brothers his force powers have only grown, but exponentially grown when he crashed on Korriban and was forced to spend two years there, mired in the dark side, learning from holocrons and having literally nothing to do but learn how to throw rocks at other rocks.
Zen's stuff:
Name: Iisska Reylos
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Species: Togruta
Home Planet: Shili
Appearance: Tends to dress average. Ties his lekku back out of the way when working. He is rather muscular from his profession and from the trouble he tends to get into. Montrals not included he stands at an average height of just under six feet. He has long fangs where a human would normally have canine teeth.
Extras: Carries a DT 57 "Superheavy" Blaster Pistol. Has been force sensitive since infancy and can manipulate it, but in an undisciplined, unpredictable and dangerous manner as he has had no formal training. Montrals (horn-like structures) are a hollow organ comparable to ears which provide a form of passive echolocation and increase spatial awareness in the species. They are also used to create extended tones, trills and vocalizations in the Togruta's native language.[/hider]
NPCs
PLOT/NON-LORE NOTES
For all intents and purposes this RP is based in my alternate universe re-write rather than sticking to canon because oh my god do I really have to point out all the problems in the prequels? This is where I'm going to keep track of all my plot changes because there are a lot of them... Actually I pretty much cut out enough useless bullshit to get rid of two whole movies. Also there are certain things in Star Wars canon which are never explained and I make up shit to fill in the gaps. That will go here as well. This section will probably be updated a lot.
"Now wait just a minute!" Brooklyn began to defend her guns against Anna's remarks, "Are those the Mark II's? Those were designed strictly for--!!"
When Sebastian interrupted with the compliments regrading the Mark VI's her breath caught in her throat and she could feel a blush spreading over her cheeks, "Well those were... The point is they're two completely different guns! You can't really compare them like that." she managed to collect herself... Even though she preferred the Mark VI model as well.
The sounds of battle and conflict constantly going off in her headset made her worried and distracted. She wished she could be up there helping. Of course she knew that those three were probably the last people on the planet that needed her help, but still. Brooklyn bit her lip, knowing there was nothing she could do for them and forced herself to remain focused on her own problems. She needed to get out of here. DT was of some comfort. At least she had a little more light and an extra gun along for the ride. An extra gatling gun no less. The girl carefully maneuvered over the centuries of rubbish that had piled up in the subsystems below the city, her little robot companion leading the way and showing her where it was safe to step. DT kept a nice constant pace and made sure to slow down whenever Brooklyn needed it. Every now and again she would make a soft little bleeping noise just to make sure they were staying together. After some time and a good amount of progress, or so it seemed being so difficult to tell down here, she stopped. Her "head" jittered back and forth like she was looking for something. Just then Sebastian contacted them again.
"We're fine," Brooklyn whispered into the comms and listened closely, "Power substation. Got it. I'll see what I can do."
Before she could finish her response DT had come closer to her and was chirping and beeping away quietly.
"Wait, sorry, I didn't catch that can you start over?" Brook asked her.
The bot was silent for a moment then started her chatter over again.
Brooklyn's head was spinning a little bit and she pursed her lips in concentration as she tried to keep up, "Hang on. Wait. A little slower maybe? Uhg, I'm so sorry." Her Morse was rusty to put it in the most forgiving of terms.
After another short moment of silence DT started chirping again, this time at a slower tempo. Brooklyn listened.
"A fort?" the bot beeped a few more times, "Fork," Brooklyn put her face in her hand. DT "nodded" in response, "And you think it goes to an exit? ... Know it goes. Sorry. But why do we have to hurry?... Oh," Brooklyn's voice trailed off into a fearful whimper. She had to think a moment, "Well, thing is we need to look for a power station first. If the turrets upstairs don't get shut off we don't get to Galen," the girl frowned.
DT's "head" swiveled slowly as she seemed to be looking around again. Then she started off down the tunnel, leading the way. When they came to the fork up ahead she turned left.
"So the exit is right, right?" Brook asked. DT chirped. "You'll remember how to get back here right?" The chirp that followed somehow sounded a little more offended than the previous ones.
As they pressed on Brooklyn found herself more and more jumpy. The information that something down here was moving around had her scared at the smallest disturbances and cursing herself for every tiny noise. The hand gripping her pistol was starting to shake. A few turns, a few gates and a few drops had them going deeper and deeper into the system until their lights illuminated a door. It had been broken off it's hinges sometime in the past and leaned back at an angle but still blocked the doorway. DT skipped around the entrance and finally climbed up and through a small opening near the top of the door frame.
"Wait!" Brooklyn hissed. She got no response. Mentally cursing, she assessed how easy it might be to push the door aside. The bottom hinge was nothing but rust and barely hung onto the door. Taking the risk of holstering her pistol she grabbed the door on both sides and made sure she had control of its weight before applying pressure to the bottom hinge. She didn't want to twist it and risk the loud screech it would inevitably make. She wanted to snap it off quietly, prop the door up on the wall and pretend she was never here. Little by little she applied more pressure ready for the corroded metal to break at any second and ready to compensate for the sudden release. Just a little more should-- POP! Brooklyn nearly lost her grip on the door and had to scramble to keep it from tumbling into the room with her on top of it. By some miracle she regained her balance and her silence. The sound had been a little louder than she had hoped for but it was done and she couldn't hear anything else now. She set the door against the wall next to the frame, pulled her pistol back out and headed into the room.
This area must have been huge. All her light illuminated were bits of worked metal, wiring and a few tools spread over the floor and covered in a layer of dust. It couldn't reach any walls. There was a low hum coming from somewhere in here and the quiet scuffing of her feet and the tapping of DT's legs left near inaudible echoes bouncing of obstacles somewhere far in the distance. Something about a massive space in total darkness was somehow worse than a tight space in total darkness she decided. There was an ever so soft chirp somewhere to her right and when she moved the light away it looked like there might be a few very dim patches of glow over there. She made her way towards it cautiously. After what seemed an eternity she finally reached the edge of the cavern and found herself standing before a huge power relay station with DT perched on top, already going to work.
"Good girl," Brooklyn breathed.
She too snapped into action brushing the dust away from the controls and trying to figure out what the purpose of each was. After sometime she found a grid overlaying a map on the wall next to the relay with numbers corresponding to various sets of minor and master switches on the relay. Working quickly Brooklyn found the location of Galen's tower and recited the numbers to DT. She beeped and scuttled about before starting to chatter again. Brooklyn could just make out her silhouette over a dim green glow on the board.
"No, shut everything off. We don't have time for that. Besides, the less power they have the better for us," she ordered. There was a hollow sounding KA-CHUNK and an audible decrease in the humming being produced by the generators.
"Hey Sebastian," she whispered, "I think we got it. How do things look on--" she could hear ragged breathing. Before she even had time to react she heard frenzied metallic scrambling followed by the unmistakable eruption of a gatling gun. No. She couldn't see to fight! With out thinking she turned and ran from the skirmish. Almost immediately she was caught up on a small piece of machinery laying on the ground and had her feet ripped out from under her. In desperation her hands flew out to catch something, anything to break her fall. One hand snagged what felt like a handle and as her weight yanked on it, it shifted down with another KA-CHUNK. There was a sudden hum up above them and then light. Blinding light. Still on her knees Brooklyn shut her eyes to keep from being blinded further. A series of deep, hollow clicks ran above and past her, getting further away and with each one she could see more light shining behind her eyelids. She could still hear the fight too. She needed to move. Quickly she pulled herself to her feet and squinted at the ground. She blinked away the blindness and started running again. Looking over her shoulder she could see a haze of bullets ripping through what she hoped were the last of the ghouls all stupidly trying to attack the little robot. The large overhead lights were still turning on one by one on what she could now see used to be a sprawling manufacturing floor. At the other end she was starting to see a massive curved shape. More and more lights clicked on and it came into focus. Brooklyn couldn't think for a second. The last light snapped on and illuminated it. The sounds of the battle had died. Her jaw went slack and her heart was racing, but not from fear.
"Sweet merciful gods above," she gasped.
DT scrambled up beside her and politely reminded Brooklyn that she had just committed treason and that there were more ghouls coming. Brooklyn turned on her heel and sprinted back for the power relay. This mother fucker was getting turned on if it was the last thing she did.
"That's okay!" she grinned.
When Sebastian interrupted with the compliments regrading the Mark VI's her breath caught in her throat and she could feel a blush spreading over her cheeks, "Well those were... The point is they're two completely different guns! You can't really compare them like that." she managed to collect herself... Even though she preferred the Mark VI model as well.
The sounds of battle and conflict constantly going off in her headset made her worried and distracted. She wished she could be up there helping. Of course she knew that those three were probably the last people on the planet that needed her help, but still. Brooklyn bit her lip, knowing there was nothing she could do for them and forced herself to remain focused on her own problems. She needed to get out of here. DT was of some comfort. At least she had a little more light and an extra gun along for the ride. An extra gatling gun no less. The girl carefully maneuvered over the centuries of rubbish that had piled up in the subsystems below the city, her little robot companion leading the way and showing her where it was safe to step. DT kept a nice constant pace and made sure to slow down whenever Brooklyn needed it. Every now and again she would make a soft little bleeping noise just to make sure they were staying together. After some time and a good amount of progress, or so it seemed being so difficult to tell down here, she stopped. Her "head" jittered back and forth like she was looking for something. Just then Sebastian contacted them again.
"We're fine," Brooklyn whispered into the comms and listened closely, "Power substation. Got it. I'll see what I can do."
Before she could finish her response DT had come closer to her and was chirping and beeping away quietly.
"Wait, sorry, I didn't catch that can you start over?" Brook asked her.
The bot was silent for a moment then started her chatter over again.
Brooklyn's head was spinning a little bit and she pursed her lips in concentration as she tried to keep up, "Hang on. Wait. A little slower maybe? Uhg, I'm so sorry." Her Morse was rusty to put it in the most forgiving of terms.
After another short moment of silence DT started chirping again, this time at a slower tempo. Brooklyn listened.
"A fort?" the bot beeped a few more times, "Fork," Brooklyn put her face in her hand. DT "nodded" in response, "And you think it goes to an exit? ... Know it goes. Sorry. But why do we have to hurry?... Oh," Brooklyn's voice trailed off into a fearful whimper. She had to think a moment, "Well, thing is we need to look for a power station first. If the turrets upstairs don't get shut off we don't get to Galen," the girl frowned.
DT's "head" swiveled slowly as she seemed to be looking around again. Then she started off down the tunnel, leading the way. When they came to the fork up ahead she turned left.
"So the exit is right, right?" Brook asked. DT chirped. "You'll remember how to get back here right?" The chirp that followed somehow sounded a little more offended than the previous ones.
As they pressed on Brooklyn found herself more and more jumpy. The information that something down here was moving around had her scared at the smallest disturbances and cursing herself for every tiny noise. The hand gripping her pistol was starting to shake. A few turns, a few gates and a few drops had them going deeper and deeper into the system until their lights illuminated a door. It had been broken off it's hinges sometime in the past and leaned back at an angle but still blocked the doorway. DT skipped around the entrance and finally climbed up and through a small opening near the top of the door frame.
"Wait!" Brooklyn hissed. She got no response. Mentally cursing, she assessed how easy it might be to push the door aside. The bottom hinge was nothing but rust and barely hung onto the door. Taking the risk of holstering her pistol she grabbed the door on both sides and made sure she had control of its weight before applying pressure to the bottom hinge. She didn't want to twist it and risk the loud screech it would inevitably make. She wanted to snap it off quietly, prop the door up on the wall and pretend she was never here. Little by little she applied more pressure ready for the corroded metal to break at any second and ready to compensate for the sudden release. Just a little more should-- POP! Brooklyn nearly lost her grip on the door and had to scramble to keep it from tumbling into the room with her on top of it. By some miracle she regained her balance and her silence. The sound had been a little louder than she had hoped for but it was done and she couldn't hear anything else now. She set the door against the wall next to the frame, pulled her pistol back out and headed into the room.
This area must have been huge. All her light illuminated were bits of worked metal, wiring and a few tools spread over the floor and covered in a layer of dust. It couldn't reach any walls. There was a low hum coming from somewhere in here and the quiet scuffing of her feet and the tapping of DT's legs left near inaudible echoes bouncing of obstacles somewhere far in the distance. Something about a massive space in total darkness was somehow worse than a tight space in total darkness she decided. There was an ever so soft chirp somewhere to her right and when she moved the light away it looked like there might be a few very dim patches of glow over there. She made her way towards it cautiously. After what seemed an eternity she finally reached the edge of the cavern and found herself standing before a huge power relay station with DT perched on top, already going to work.
"Good girl," Brooklyn breathed.
She too snapped into action brushing the dust away from the controls and trying to figure out what the purpose of each was. After sometime she found a grid overlaying a map on the wall next to the relay with numbers corresponding to various sets of minor and master switches on the relay. Working quickly Brooklyn found the location of Galen's tower and recited the numbers to DT. She beeped and scuttled about before starting to chatter again. Brooklyn could just make out her silhouette over a dim green glow on the board.
"No, shut everything off. We don't have time for that. Besides, the less power they have the better for us," she ordered. There was a hollow sounding KA-CHUNK and an audible decrease in the humming being produced by the generators.
"Hey Sebastian," she whispered, "I think we got it. How do things look on--" she could hear ragged breathing. Before she even had time to react she heard frenzied metallic scrambling followed by the unmistakable eruption of a gatling gun. No. She couldn't see to fight! With out thinking she turned and ran from the skirmish. Almost immediately she was caught up on a small piece of machinery laying on the ground and had her feet ripped out from under her. In desperation her hands flew out to catch something, anything to break her fall. One hand snagged what felt like a handle and as her weight yanked on it, it shifted down with another KA-CHUNK. There was a sudden hum up above them and then light. Blinding light. Still on her knees Brooklyn shut her eyes to keep from being blinded further. A series of deep, hollow clicks ran above and past her, getting further away and with each one she could see more light shining behind her eyelids. She could still hear the fight too. She needed to move. Quickly she pulled herself to her feet and squinted at the ground. She blinked away the blindness and started running again. Looking over her shoulder she could see a haze of bullets ripping through what she hoped were the last of the ghouls all stupidly trying to attack the little robot. The large overhead lights were still turning on one by one on what she could now see used to be a sprawling manufacturing floor. At the other end she was starting to see a massive curved shape. More and more lights clicked on and it came into focus. Brooklyn couldn't think for a second. The last light snapped on and illuminated it. The sounds of the battle had died. Her jaw went slack and her heart was racing, but not from fear.
"Sweet merciful gods above," she gasped.
DT scrambled up beside her and politely reminded Brooklyn that she had just committed treason and that there were more ghouls coming. Brooklyn turned on her heel and sprinted back for the power relay. This mother fucker was getting turned on if it was the last thing she did.
"That's okay!" she grinned.
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Jera surveyed her surroundings with some trepidation and was sure to keep an eye on the two squatters while she was doing so. Against her better judgment she sat on the floor with her legs crossed and weapons within her grasp. Hospitality and friendliness were rare and though they always made her more than a little suspicious she had a hard time turning them down. Besides all that, she could use a good rest with a roof over her head.
"Ouray," she answered quietly, "It's a long way south of here. Nice enough place I suppose..." Jera took a deep breath and leaned back on her hands while looking at the ground. After a second or two of silence she looked back up at Killian and nodded, "What about you two?"
"Ouray," she answered quietly, "It's a long way south of here. Nice enough place I suppose..." Jera took a deep breath and leaned back on her hands while looking at the ground. After a second or two of silence she looked back up at Killian and nodded, "What about you two?"
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Pained screams echoed off the empty walls of the long abandoned neighborhood. A man stumbled, skidded over the asphalt and fell to his face. His new bow came loose from his pack clattered to the ground in front of him. He struggled and tried to hobble back to his feet, only adding to his pain, but the hand axe firmly embedded in his left hamstring made this impossible. Behind him he could hear the barking and snarling of a mongrel growing closer until the beast trotted up beside him and snapped at his ear. He lashed out at the dog but it jumped away from his fist easily and began a fit of furious barking with spit flying from it's bared teeth.
"No!" he spat, "I'll fucking butcher you, mutt!" The man swung at the dog again and again he missed. This time the dog lunged at him, breath caught in it's throat, jaws open. Jagged teeth clamped down on his wrist and sank deeply into flesh. More screaming filled the barren streets.
A loud whistle brought relief as the monster immediately released him. He watched as it stood still, panting and wagging it's tail as if nothing had happened. Then with no warning it bolted down the street ahead. It only paused to look into doorways and sniff here and there as if searching. The sound of footsteps. Slow and deliberate. He grunted and shifted, favoring his leg and rolled onto his side. She was taking her sweet time, letting her hips sway back and forth as she walked. Bitch. He snatched the bow up and turned back to her.
"It's just a stick and a string without arrows, big guy," her voice was low and calm as she patted the quiver on her belt.
"Ha!" he grimaced, "Just what are you gonna do with those without this?" he tilted the bow.
In silence she continued her slow approach until she was nearly hovering over him. Her hazel eyes showed no emotion and her full lips were fixed in an unimpressed frown.
"Get away from me you, stupid--" he reached for the axe in the back of his leg but the pain was too much to pull it loose, "You, stupid whore!" He tried to kick her with his good leg leaving it vulnerable.
She slammed her boot down on his ankle with a sickening crack. While he was distracted she carelessly wrenched her axe free.
"You're a good actor, Ben," her voice was near a whisper, "I actually believed I had a trustworthy ally there for a while. You're an idiot though. After a whole month together most people would have thought twice before turning on me. And all that work for some extra supplies and an old bow? Honestly. How much do you think you'll get out of that?" She turned the weapon over in her hand and adjusted her grip feeling the familiar weight and balance.
He chuckled through the sweat and tears and clenched teeth, "Not just that," he gasped, "the sex was good t--"
Before he could finish that thought she flung the axe into the side of his neck. It took several agonizing minutes for him to bleed out but she stood still and examined her reclaimed bow for any damage until the spectacle was completely over. Once she was sure there was nothing more to be seen, she packed up the supplies that had been taken from her, any of Ben's more useful belongings and her axe. She was sure to clean the gore off on a clean part of his clothes before sheathing it. Then she turned and continued down the street after Chevy leaving the corpse to the flesh eaters.
A long pink tongue lolled from his mouth between smells. Such amazing smells! The scent of any zombies was stale but the delicious scents of animals and humans and even food was thick everywhere. There was bound to be good eats, fun things and cozy places to sleep around here somewhere! The large mixed breed followed his powerful nose into a nearby apartment complex. Some of them were open and accessible, others were locked and soon lost their interest despite what treasures may be inside. His claws scrambled to a halt on the old linoleum floor. Human voices and a strange plinking noise reached his ears. Carefully and quietly he made his way toward the sounds.
They grew louder in one of the apartments and he slunk through the front door and poked his head in and out of rooms as stealthy as possible. Periodically he stopped, listened and checked his six. He didn't like things being behind him. Then he crept into the doorway of a room with a balcony. There were two humans playing like humans do. The mongrel sat on his haunches, puffed his chest out and pricked up his pointy ears to look absolutely dashing while he determined whether these humans were friend or foe. From his experience the little ones were generally okay. Slow and uncoordinated as well. But the big ones could be very dangerous. However an intoxicating scent dulled his judgment. He licked his lips. Did he smell potato chips?
"No!" he spat, "I'll fucking butcher you, mutt!" The man swung at the dog again and again he missed. This time the dog lunged at him, breath caught in it's throat, jaws open. Jagged teeth clamped down on his wrist and sank deeply into flesh. More screaming filled the barren streets.
A loud whistle brought relief as the monster immediately released him. He watched as it stood still, panting and wagging it's tail as if nothing had happened. Then with no warning it bolted down the street ahead. It only paused to look into doorways and sniff here and there as if searching. The sound of footsteps. Slow and deliberate. He grunted and shifted, favoring his leg and rolled onto his side. She was taking her sweet time, letting her hips sway back and forth as she walked. Bitch. He snatched the bow up and turned back to her.
"It's just a stick and a string without arrows, big guy," her voice was low and calm as she patted the quiver on her belt.
"Ha!" he grimaced, "Just what are you gonna do with those without this?" he tilted the bow.
In silence she continued her slow approach until she was nearly hovering over him. Her hazel eyes showed no emotion and her full lips were fixed in an unimpressed frown.
"Get away from me you, stupid--" he reached for the axe in the back of his leg but the pain was too much to pull it loose, "You, stupid whore!" He tried to kick her with his good leg leaving it vulnerable.
She slammed her boot down on his ankle with a sickening crack. While he was distracted she carelessly wrenched her axe free.
"You're a good actor, Ben," her voice was near a whisper, "I actually believed I had a trustworthy ally there for a while. You're an idiot though. After a whole month together most people would have thought twice before turning on me. And all that work for some extra supplies and an old bow? Honestly. How much do you think you'll get out of that?" She turned the weapon over in her hand and adjusted her grip feeling the familiar weight and balance.
He chuckled through the sweat and tears and clenched teeth, "Not just that," he gasped, "the sex was good t--"
Before he could finish that thought she flung the axe into the side of his neck. It took several agonizing minutes for him to bleed out but she stood still and examined her reclaimed bow for any damage until the spectacle was completely over. Once she was sure there was nothing more to be seen, she packed up the supplies that had been taken from her, any of Ben's more useful belongings and her axe. She was sure to clean the gore off on a clean part of his clothes before sheathing it. Then she turned and continued down the street after Chevy leaving the corpse to the flesh eaters.
A long pink tongue lolled from his mouth between smells. Such amazing smells! The scent of any zombies was stale but the delicious scents of animals and humans and even food was thick everywhere. There was bound to be good eats, fun things and cozy places to sleep around here somewhere! The large mixed breed followed his powerful nose into a nearby apartment complex. Some of them were open and accessible, others were locked and soon lost their interest despite what treasures may be inside. His claws scrambled to a halt on the old linoleum floor. Human voices and a strange plinking noise reached his ears. Carefully and quietly he made his way toward the sounds.
They grew louder in one of the apartments and he slunk through the front door and poked his head in and out of rooms as stealthy as possible. Periodically he stopped, listened and checked his six. He didn't like things being behind him. Then he crept into the doorway of a room with a balcony. There were two humans playing like humans do. The mongrel sat on his haunches, puffed his chest out and pricked up his pointy ears to look absolutely dashing while he determined whether these humans were friend or foe. From his experience the little ones were generally okay. Slow and uncoordinated as well. But the big ones could be very dangerous. However an intoxicating scent dulled his judgment. He licked his lips. Did he smell potato chips?
They filed out of the emergency exit of the factory after Sebastian gave the all clear. Brooklyn had kept a nervous silence through the ordeal. Though to be fair the only member of the group who didn't seem to be at all effected by Shalizar's death was Gabe. She didn't know what Annabelle had planned to do but she knew what had to happen. She had seen Sebastian take aim long before the Templar saw the lizardling's death coming. Now she couldn't bear to look at the angry woman. Part of her felt pity for her noble but vain efforts and part of her felt shame for not bothering to do anything about the situation. In the end she was relieved that Sebastian had been the one to step up and pull the trigger first. Shalizar was dead as soon as he had been bitten, she knew that, and to her discomfort she realized that she would have taken up the role of executioner had it come down to that, but it would not have been easy.
Brooklyn kept both eyes on their surroundings, still jumpy from the incident, and found herself looking over her shoulder more than she should. She stopped only inches from Sebastian's back, nearly slamming into him.
"What?" she asked quickly, "Why are we stopped?" Her head swiveled around surveying for the hundredth time but then she followed his eyes. Up on the roof of the factory they had only just left another hulking creature, larger than the last, crept over the edge. Another came behind it. Their forms shuddered and twitched before a pair of the same aching screams they had heard earlier shattered over the landscape. A hand darted for her ear as she winced in pain. She could barely hear Sebastian over the comm.
"Run!" he ordered them. She obeyed immediately, as did the others and bolted after him.
As they ran another ghoul leaped up over a row of scrap that lined the path. With that bone chilling war cry it made a b-line for Gabe. A mistake. The man stopped in his tracks, twisted away from the ghoul, drew the laser sword from his hip, fired it up, leaned into a side step and slashed the monster in half with one fluid motion. He severed its head from its shoulders on the back swing. The ghoul hit the ground in no less than three pieces. Gabe turned and continued sprinting.
Up ahead loomed what looked to be some kind of apartment building. On a small plaque above the double doors read, "Employee Housing." Most likely for the factory but the group could care less about that right now. Sebastian wasted no time kicking the door open and the other three slid in after him. As soon as they were clear three well placed rifle bursts rendered a tailing ghoul into a dismembered mess. Brooklyn aimed her gun out the door as well. There was nothing out there now.
"Where's the other one?" she gasped. The others were silent as they looked.
"What other o--" Gabe started but was interrupted by a glass pane bursting behind him.
Already looking down the scope, Brooklyn wheeled toward the window and followed the ghoul's form as it hit the ground. There was no thought. She didn't have time to think. The very instant the scope lined up with the ghoul she pulled the trigger. A deep POP split the air as a bullet screamed past Gabe's head and blew bits of flesh all over the front desk.
Stillness rang in her ears, her body pumping more and more adrenaline into her blood, as the body of the ghoul convulsed in death illuminated by one of the shafts of dusty light coming from the entryway windows. It's head barely stayed attached to it's neck thanks to what little was left of it's jaw. It quickly stilled. She took a step back. She killed it...
Gabe slapped a hand on her shoulder as he passed, "Nice shot. Warn me next time." He was rolling his jaw and trying to stop the ringing in one ear as he headed for the back of the building.
Brooklyn still backed away from the corpse into the center of the dark lobby, the ancient beams of the floor groaning under her weight with each step.
"Come on!" Sebastian hissed at her, "Or do you want to wait for more to show up?" The three of them were making their way down the wide hallway to the other side of the complex.
"Right," Brooklyn snapped out of it and shook her head before taking a wide stride toward them. She wanted nothing more than to keep moving. Another deep groan followed her boot hitting the floor and a shrill, hollow whine called from the floor as her weight shifted forward. She looked at the floor and slowed trying to spread her weight more evenly in order to make less noise. Damn noise! She mentally berated herself. Kree-CRACK! A scream caught silently in her throat as her foot dropped and her stomach lurched upward. Another splintering crack as the opposite knee collided with the wood and went through it. Her elbows and hands hit the floor but did nothing to stop her. The rotting timbers could barely support themselves. Then she found herself weightless as a spot of light above sped away. Her back slammed into something solid, knocking the wind from her lungs, but that too gave way almost immediately. She hit the next floor like a sandbag.
Electrifying pain reverberated back and forth in waves through her entire body. Darkness consumed her. Her head felt like it would rupture. Air finally entered her lungs with a quiet, high pitched whistle. It could only be described as if she was drowning and being forced to breathe through a straw, but at least she was breathing. Brooklyn's squeaky breaths finally turned into shallow gasps and finally a groan as she struggled to get up off her back. Little bits of panic began to slip into her mind. She worried she may have broken something, but as she moved around she could feel no serious pain. In her ringing ears she was beginning to hear voices over her comm. Mostly Sebastian's. She tried to speak as she felt over herself for any wounds but her words came out only as strained inaudible noises and lead to a coughing fit as her lungs took on more oxygen. Mostly she was feeling minor scrapes and bumps but upon inspecting a long burning sensation up the backside of her hip and ribs her fingers came up wet. She could barely see in what little light reached down here and could only hope the injury wasn't serious. Brooklyn groaned again. Her head was spinning violently. The voices still rang in her ears.
"I think I'm okay," she was able to rasp quietly. With some difficulty she pushed herself up on her feet. A sharp pain in her ankle left her staggering around on the debris covered concrete but she remained standing. She looked up from where she had fallen and could see the holes through the two floors she had fallen through along with movement around the first. How was she going to get out of here? "Damn," the girl swore softly. The others couldn't risk sticking around here much longer. This place would quickly become a deathtrap. After finding her gun, doing some fiddling, and some thinking she located a light on her wristband. It wasn't much but it would do. She would at least be able to see the ground in front of her. Her heart was beating fast. She didn't know exactly what she was going to do, or what might be down here with her, but staying wasn't an option. Shining the light around revealed an old sign that had long since fallen to the floor. The word "EXIT" along with a diagram of stairs and an arrow pointing to her right could only just be made out.
"You guys keep going," Brooklyn said with a shaking voice. She swallowed hard, "I-- I'm going to try and find my way out and if-- if I do then... I'll catch up with you at the compound." Brooklyn held her pistol upward along with the soft blue light and started looking for the exit.
Brooklyn kept both eyes on their surroundings, still jumpy from the incident, and found herself looking over her shoulder more than she should. She stopped only inches from Sebastian's back, nearly slamming into him.
"What?" she asked quickly, "Why are we stopped?" Her head swiveled around surveying for the hundredth time but then she followed his eyes. Up on the roof of the factory they had only just left another hulking creature, larger than the last, crept over the edge. Another came behind it. Their forms shuddered and twitched before a pair of the same aching screams they had heard earlier shattered over the landscape. A hand darted for her ear as she winced in pain. She could barely hear Sebastian over the comm.
"Run!" he ordered them. She obeyed immediately, as did the others and bolted after him.
As they ran another ghoul leaped up over a row of scrap that lined the path. With that bone chilling war cry it made a b-line for Gabe. A mistake. The man stopped in his tracks, twisted away from the ghoul, drew the laser sword from his hip, fired it up, leaned into a side step and slashed the monster in half with one fluid motion. He severed its head from its shoulders on the back swing. The ghoul hit the ground in no less than three pieces. Gabe turned and continued sprinting.
Up ahead loomed what looked to be some kind of apartment building. On a small plaque above the double doors read, "Employee Housing." Most likely for the factory but the group could care less about that right now. Sebastian wasted no time kicking the door open and the other three slid in after him. As soon as they were clear three well placed rifle bursts rendered a tailing ghoul into a dismembered mess. Brooklyn aimed her gun out the door as well. There was nothing out there now.
"Where's the other one?" she gasped. The others were silent as they looked.
"What other o--" Gabe started but was interrupted by a glass pane bursting behind him.
Already looking down the scope, Brooklyn wheeled toward the window and followed the ghoul's form as it hit the ground. There was no thought. She didn't have time to think. The very instant the scope lined up with the ghoul she pulled the trigger. A deep POP split the air as a bullet screamed past Gabe's head and blew bits of flesh all over the front desk.
Stillness rang in her ears, her body pumping more and more adrenaline into her blood, as the body of the ghoul convulsed in death illuminated by one of the shafts of dusty light coming from the entryway windows. It's head barely stayed attached to it's neck thanks to what little was left of it's jaw. It quickly stilled. She took a step back. She killed it...
Gabe slapped a hand on her shoulder as he passed, "Nice shot. Warn me next time." He was rolling his jaw and trying to stop the ringing in one ear as he headed for the back of the building.
Brooklyn still backed away from the corpse into the center of the dark lobby, the ancient beams of the floor groaning under her weight with each step.
"Come on!" Sebastian hissed at her, "Or do you want to wait for more to show up?" The three of them were making their way down the wide hallway to the other side of the complex.
"Right," Brooklyn snapped out of it and shook her head before taking a wide stride toward them. She wanted nothing more than to keep moving. Another deep groan followed her boot hitting the floor and a shrill, hollow whine called from the floor as her weight shifted forward. She looked at the floor and slowed trying to spread her weight more evenly in order to make less noise. Damn noise! She mentally berated herself. Kree-CRACK! A scream caught silently in her throat as her foot dropped and her stomach lurched upward. Another splintering crack as the opposite knee collided with the wood and went through it. Her elbows and hands hit the floor but did nothing to stop her. The rotting timbers could barely support themselves. Then she found herself weightless as a spot of light above sped away. Her back slammed into something solid, knocking the wind from her lungs, but that too gave way almost immediately. She hit the next floor like a sandbag.
Electrifying pain reverberated back and forth in waves through her entire body. Darkness consumed her. Her head felt like it would rupture. Air finally entered her lungs with a quiet, high pitched whistle. It could only be described as if she was drowning and being forced to breathe through a straw, but at least she was breathing. Brooklyn's squeaky breaths finally turned into shallow gasps and finally a groan as she struggled to get up off her back. Little bits of panic began to slip into her mind. She worried she may have broken something, but as she moved around she could feel no serious pain. In her ringing ears she was beginning to hear voices over her comm. Mostly Sebastian's. She tried to speak as she felt over herself for any wounds but her words came out only as strained inaudible noises and lead to a coughing fit as her lungs took on more oxygen. Mostly she was feeling minor scrapes and bumps but upon inspecting a long burning sensation up the backside of her hip and ribs her fingers came up wet. She could barely see in what little light reached down here and could only hope the injury wasn't serious. Brooklyn groaned again. Her head was spinning violently. The voices still rang in her ears.
"I think I'm okay," she was able to rasp quietly. With some difficulty she pushed herself up on her feet. A sharp pain in her ankle left her staggering around on the debris covered concrete but she remained standing. She looked up from where she had fallen and could see the holes through the two floors she had fallen through along with movement around the first. How was she going to get out of here? "Damn," the girl swore softly. The others couldn't risk sticking around here much longer. This place would quickly become a deathtrap. After finding her gun, doing some fiddling, and some thinking she located a light on her wristband. It wasn't much but it would do. She would at least be able to see the ground in front of her. Her heart was beating fast. She didn't know exactly what she was going to do, or what might be down here with her, but staying wasn't an option. Shining the light around revealed an old sign that had long since fallen to the floor. The word "EXIT" along with a diagram of stairs and an arrow pointing to her right could only just be made out.
"You guys keep going," Brooklyn said with a shaking voice. She swallowed hard, "I-- I'm going to try and find my way out and if-- if I do then... I'll catch up with you at the compound." Brooklyn held her pistol upward along with the soft blue light and started looking for the exit.
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