I'm all for clever ways to get around things :3
Go ahead and depart, I have a feeling we'll be meeting up later if Aría doesn't come along.
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Aría
Ughhhh, he's absolutely right. The place could be a bombed-out crater by tomorrow. But there's something both he and the Elvhen overlooked or simply don't care about; galactic quarantine law. I clear my throat.
"In the event of a catastrophic infectious pathogen, a planet's airshield is to be closed off completely and totally until such time as the infection is cleared." Or, in layman's terms, there's a bigass force field stopping us from leaving. "As far as I know, even those crazed assassins don't have something going through a planetary quarantine shield, and even if they did, in all likelihood, there's a blockade of Charon-class battlecruisers stationed at strategic points around orbit. If something slipped through, it would be shot out of space before the engines could sputter." I won't lie; I haven't used my tactical brain much in the past few years, and to be honest, I've missed it a bit.
"So unless you want to take a chance with heavy military armaments, I suggest we all stay here. Whatever happens, we'll find some way to make it through this utter insanity."
Ughhhh, he's absolutely right. The place could be a bombed-out crater by tomorrow. But there's something both he and the Elvhen overlooked or simply don't care about; galactic quarantine law. I clear my throat.
"In the event of a catastrophic infectious pathogen, a planet's airshield is to be closed off completely and totally until such time as the infection is cleared." Or, in layman's terms, there's a bigass force field stopping us from leaving. "As far as I know, even those crazed assassins don't have something going through a planetary quarantine shield, and even if they did, in all likelihood, there's a blockade of Charon-class battlecruisers stationed at strategic points around orbit. If something slipped through, it would be shot out of space before the engines could sputter." I won't lie; I haven't used my tactical brain much in the past few years, and to be honest, I've missed it a bit.
"So unless you want to take a chance with heavy military armaments, I suggest we all stay here. Whatever happens, we'll find some way to make it through this utter insanity."
Yoooooooo.
Aría
A manic grin is still plastered on my face as I pull the triggers for the last time, the final wave of zombies either bashed, sniped or shot to oblivion. Takes me a moment to unravel the ork's rather heavy accent, but as I figure out what he's saying, my smile grows even wider. Isn't it a little ironic that I'm smiling more during a zombie apocalypse than in normal life? I chuckle a bit and pat the big guy on the arm in lieu of his too-high-up head.
"Now you're speaking my language, man. Let's see what kind of dakka you got."
The guy lights up a cigar. And here I was thinking that he couldn't be any more badass. I load my clips up again, frowning. Only a couple dozen spare bullets left; I desperately need a restock. Good thing, then, that this guy appears to be an expert in the dakka arts. Plus I won't have to deal with an Elvhen. Pretentious killer fucks...Anyway, the clips go back into my guns and a loud clack echoes off the rooftops twice in succession as I cock them. The knife slides from my pocket, where I'd hastily shoved it, back to its sheath, and I twirl the guns, slipping them into their holsters.
"Lead the way, as long as we get away from that damn Elvhen girl."
A manic grin is still plastered on my face as I pull the triggers for the last time, the final wave of zombies either bashed, sniped or shot to oblivion. Takes me a moment to unravel the ork's rather heavy accent, but as I figure out what he's saying, my smile grows even wider. Isn't it a little ironic that I'm smiling more during a zombie apocalypse than in normal life? I chuckle a bit and pat the big guy on the arm in lieu of his too-high-up head.
"Now you're speaking my language, man. Let's see what kind of dakka you got."
The guy lights up a cigar. And here I was thinking that he couldn't be any more badass. I load my clips up again, frowning. Only a couple dozen spare bullets left; I desperately need a restock. Good thing, then, that this guy appears to be an expert in the dakka arts. Plus I won't have to deal with an Elvhen. Pretentious killer fucks...Anyway, the clips go back into my guns and a loud clack echoes off the rooftops twice in succession as I cock them. The knife slides from my pocket, where I'd hastily shoved it, back to its sheath, and I twirl the guns, slipping them into their holsters.
"Lead the way, as long as we get away from that damn Elvhen girl."
Aría
Just as I'm accepting the inevitable, there's an enormous bellow as a huge green thing drops from the sky and roars loud enough to attract pretty much everything's attention. Damn, that ork can fight. I rescind my previous statement about plant people; this thing is badass. He hooks over the fire escape and I shoot him a smile of genuine gratitude, not something that I do a lot.
"Thanks, man. You came right on time."
I climb up the ladder faster than most people can run, swarming up the fire escape in the blink of an eye, all the while loading more bullets into my clips. I really need to get more of them, because all the bullets in the world are useless if I can't put them in my gun. When I reach the top, I meet the small group of zombies on the building with a smile on my lips and my fingers on my triggers.
Just as I'm accepting the inevitable, there's an enormous bellow as a huge green thing drops from the sky and roars loud enough to attract pretty much everything's attention. Damn, that ork can fight. I rescind my previous statement about plant people; this thing is badass. He hooks over the fire escape and I shoot him a smile of genuine gratitude, not something that I do a lot.
"Thanks, man. You came right on time."
I climb up the ladder faster than most people can run, swarming up the fire escape in the blink of an eye, all the while loading more bullets into my clips. I really need to get more of them, because all the bullets in the world are useless if I can't put them in my gun. When I reach the top, I meet the small group of zombies on the building with a smile on my lips and my fingers on my triggers.
Aría
Click. Click
Shit.
This is not what I bargained for. This is a downright goddamn horde. Even with perfect headshots, I only managed to drop a couple dozen and now I'm out of ammo. I turn to run and find myself backed into a corner, abominations on all sides. I grin nervously, sweating, and search desperately for an escape. Fire escape too high. Gaps in between zombies too small. Walls high and sheer. Guns down. Can't touch any of them.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Okay, so for future reference, four magazines is not enough to kill an entire zombie horde with...oh, who am I kidding? There is no future reference. This is pretty much where it ends. Not with the asshats who've chased me for most of my life, but with some unthinking, unfeeling bunch of creatures. The irony is hilarious and I find myself laughing. I grin wickedly and snatch the knife hanging on my thigh from the sheath, dropping into a classic knife-fighter's stance and awaiting the horde. Come at me, fuckers. I ain't got a thing to lose.
Click. Click
Shit.
This is not what I bargained for. This is a downright goddamn horde. Even with perfect headshots, I only managed to drop a couple dozen and now I'm out of ammo. I turn to run and find myself backed into a corner, abominations on all sides. I grin nervously, sweating, and search desperately for an escape. Fire escape too high. Gaps in between zombies too small. Walls high and sheer. Guns down. Can't touch any of them.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Okay, so for future reference, four magazines is not enough to kill an entire zombie horde with...oh, who am I kidding? There is no future reference. This is pretty much where it ends. Not with the asshats who've chased me for most of my life, but with some unthinking, unfeeling bunch of creatures. The irony is hilarious and I find myself laughing. I grin wickedly and snatch the knife hanging on my thigh from the sheath, dropping into a classic knife-fighter's stance and awaiting the horde. Come at me, fuckers. I ain't got a thing to lose.
Aría
I hear something from the winged kid and snort at the question.
"She's an Elvhen. They're an asshole race of assassins that specialize in using older weapons such as swords and bows, though they usually put a more modern twist on them." I completely ignore the ork; damn plant people. I flip around my guns, twirling them in elaborate motions not unlike butterfly knives, and speak to the boy again. "Oh, and speak for yourself. No way in hell am I getting on a ship with an Elvhen. You could say that my experiences with them haven't been, well...pleasant, and by that I mean that one of them tried to shoot me in the eye. Repeatedly. Then they tried to cut me in half. I think I'll take my chances on Taryn, thanks. At least I know where to get some bullets and don't have to follow someone else's rules." Finally, I turn to the guy with the sniper rifle.
"Some idiot somewhere in the galaxy probably released some kind of supervirus. Probably someone from Earth; Earth people like doing stupid shit. Anyway, guess I'll be seeing you guys, unless someone decides to come along. At least I won't try to assassinate you."
I finish loading up two spare clips of bullets and shove them in my pockets, separating them from my seemingly-endless supply of high-caliber rounds, then begin to walk casually in the other direction, twirling the guns one more time and then holstering them.
I hear something from the winged kid and snort at the question.
"She's an Elvhen. They're an asshole race of assassins that specialize in using older weapons such as swords and bows, though they usually put a more modern twist on them." I completely ignore the ork; damn plant people. I flip around my guns, twirling them in elaborate motions not unlike butterfly knives, and speak to the boy again. "Oh, and speak for yourself. No way in hell am I getting on a ship with an Elvhen. You could say that my experiences with them haven't been, well...pleasant, and by that I mean that one of them tried to shoot me in the eye. Repeatedly. Then they tried to cut me in half. I think I'll take my chances on Taryn, thanks. At least I know where to get some bullets and don't have to follow someone else's rules." Finally, I turn to the guy with the sniper rifle.
"Some idiot somewhere in the galaxy probably released some kind of supervirus. Probably someone from Earth; Earth people like doing stupid shit. Anyway, guess I'll be seeing you guys, unless someone decides to come along. At least I won't try to assassinate you."
I finish loading up two spare clips of bullets and shove them in my pockets, separating them from my seemingly-endless supply of high-caliber rounds, then begin to walk casually in the other direction, twirling the guns one more time and then holstering them.
Aría
I finish loading up two magazines and, with my ankle mostly better, jog after her, keeping pace with absolute ease. Hmm, she seems really...I dunno what the word is, but for some reason, it seems like she doesn't know who I am. Huh.
"So, what exactly is an Elvhen assassin doing around here? You already tried to tear my guts out through my eye sockets once," which of course was hyperbole; she simply tried to cleanly shoot an arrow through my eye at a distance, "so are you here to try and kill me again? If so, you're doing in wrong." Another building flashes by beneath my feet. "I mean..." GOD WHY ARE THERE SO MANY BUILDINGS IN TARYN "I've killed plenty, but...Eh, whatever. Go on, ask your questions, sweetheart."
I finish loading up two magazines and, with my ankle mostly better, jog after her, keeping pace with absolute ease. Hmm, she seems really...I dunno what the word is, but for some reason, it seems like she doesn't know who I am. Huh.
"So, what exactly is an Elvhen assassin doing around here? You already tried to tear my guts out through my eye sockets once," which of course was hyperbole; she simply tried to cleanly shoot an arrow through my eye at a distance, "so are you here to try and kill me again? If so, you're doing in wrong." Another building flashes by beneath my feet. "I mean..." GOD WHY ARE THERE SO MANY BUILDINGS IN TARYN "I've killed plenty, but...Eh, whatever. Go on, ask your questions, sweetheart."
Aría
What. The. Hell.
Okay, zombie stuff happens in movies a lot, I'll give you that. But real life? Real fuckin' life? Wasn't my life messed-up enough already? How did this even happen? What twathead released the virus that infected everyone? And why...the hell...can they FLY?!
All of this is running wildly through my head as I run wildly across the rooftops, ducking, sliding, climbing, jumping. Taryn's roofs are a lot harder to parkour than Earth's, and since they don't have to scale skyscrapers, the things are actually gaining on me. Not out of ammo, but not enough time to load another mag. CHRIST, today is not my day.
As I jump and roll from one particularly high roof to a much lower one, I wrench my ankle some and wince, my pace slowing to just slower to a walk. Damn, damn, now they're REALLY gaining on me...Hang on, who's that? As I fervently load up a new clip of bullets from ammo in my pocket, I make the person out. Great, just great. It's one of those damn Elvhen assassins, and if I'm not mistaken, I recognize her. Lovely. Now not only do I have a bunch of zombies trying to eat me, but the same woman who once tried to eviscerate me has my life in her hands. Pardon me if I don't hold my breath.
"Hey sweetie, mind giving me a hand over here? You like killing things, right?"
(Sorry if that's considered a bit of god-modding. If so, I'll change it.)
What. The. Hell.
Okay, zombie stuff happens in movies a lot, I'll give you that. But real life? Real fuckin' life? Wasn't my life messed-up enough already? How did this even happen? What twathead released the virus that infected everyone? And why...the hell...can they FLY?!
All of this is running wildly through my head as I run wildly across the rooftops, ducking, sliding, climbing, jumping. Taryn's roofs are a lot harder to parkour than Earth's, and since they don't have to scale skyscrapers, the things are actually gaining on me. Not out of ammo, but not enough time to load another mag. CHRIST, today is not my day.
As I jump and roll from one particularly high roof to a much lower one, I wrench my ankle some and wince, my pace slowing to just slower to a walk. Damn, damn, now they're REALLY gaining on me...Hang on, who's that? As I fervently load up a new clip of bullets from ammo in my pocket, I make the person out. Great, just great. It's one of those damn Elvhen assassins, and if I'm not mistaken, I recognize her. Lovely. Now not only do I have a bunch of zombies trying to eat me, but the same woman who once tried to eviscerate me has my life in her hands. Pardon me if I don't hold my breath.
"Hey sweetie, mind giving me a hand over here? You like killing things, right?"
(Sorry if that's considered a bit of god-modding. If so, I'll change it.)
(Sorry about that, the network derped up and I double posted)
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