Torn's Big Break

[Ash]

Between harmlessly shocking the stormtroopers until they lay motionless but alive and gutting more than a handful of them with her bladed hook, it was an injustice to say that Ash was enjoying herself. Normally she didn't get this kind of pleasure unless she was naked, but she was enjoying the gore graphics a lot more than she expected. It was easy to immerse herself in the game when they threw the most common fodder at her. These blank soldiers were perfect for experimentation, and experiment she did.

Blasting her grapple into one of them, she found that she could force the spear in the center of the hook into their body, but the armor sadly prevented full impaling. Sad. She just finished prying it out of a bleeding corpse when she heard a roar in the hallway ahead of her. She noticed Jak was missing and could only assume he was taking out all that pent up anger out on some poor sap. She stepped over her kill and moved to target the next trooper. He had no choice, he had to attack her. He needed to support all the NPC babies. She didn't pity him though. She turned like she was going to run, but jumped onto the wall and then off the wall and down the hall. As she passed him her hook went under the chin of the guy. By the time he hit the floor he was already dead, but she made a show about hurling his body down the hall to bowl over a set of freshly spawned fodder.

She was already marking it as a strike in her mental log when she caught something out the corner of her eye. She turned to face whatever it was, just in time for Desman to trip over one of the countless blasters, or was it a severed arm, at this point, it was hard to keep track. The awkwardness of the red midget flying at her made it hard to dodge, so she was tackled onto something soft and squishy as the mobile bafoon-droid fell on top of her between her legs.

Ash felt a vibration of either his motor or drive working overtime against her crotch.

The Storm Demon was a bit surprised that the robot even had a modest setting, but he blabbered on about trying to shield her from danger. In the hallway, she could see the flash of light. If it weren't for the genuine level of his freak out she'd think he was doing it on purpose. There was a time for sex, and as hot as the idea was of going at it with someone during a prsion break, she couldn't help but dismiss the robot despite the ballsy attempts to unclip her bra even as he was trying to play innocent. Only to realize he was holding both hands up in surrender to prove his innocence. Instead, the one that had the balls was Daxter.

He was hanging from her bra as she peeled herself up off the floor. Either he'd been caught in the middle of battle, or his hand was pinned there by accident; it made her smirk regardless. She reached back and grabbed him firmly, before pulling him off her back and bringing him close to her pierced lip. "Cheeky Bastard." Her grin grew as she teased him, then gave him a kiss of encouragement before noticing there were a few figures already racing down the hall. She spotted Jak immediately and noticed the dreads flopping against a stormtrooper's armor. She guessed that was ole Torn.

"Alright, boys, time to bail." She announced to the two who were molesting her then slid out from under Desman while still holding onto Daxter. She pushed her hook back into place before they reached the three. As they got close, she switched Daxter to her other hand and picked up the blade from her left thigh as she began to run back through the various hallways; following the carnage she had left behind like breadcrumbs.

Still leading the pack of guys, as she should be, Ash leaped over a set of bodies like a pro ballet dancer. When she landed she cut a corner hard, remembering that particular spot. Another turn and another twist on escape, her heels were pathetic for gripping the smooth laminated floor, so she leaned her weight into toes and slid through a puddle of blood like it was soapy water. The trail of her bloody heels eventually fades as the pass through a few more halls so that the only way to track her is by following the distant echo of her shoes. In the meanwhile, Daxter inflated back to his normal size but was still being held by the girl of his current dream. He seemed okay with being carried like a toy doll until they escaped.

All around them the alarms were still going off, yellow and red lights flashed as a warning for them to stop and give up, but no one wanted that any less than Ash. She was fine with a bounty or two, but she had shit to do and going to prison would make those goals a bit harder. "Jak? Where are we going?" Ash asked over her shoulder. She could get them out of here, but she had no idea where to take them after that. She wouldn't mind him taking the lead, it giver her a chance to check out his ass if he was done looking at her barely covered cheeks.