08-14-2017, 08:52 PM
A tall man in a dusty, hide vest, blue tucked in button up and blue jeans dug his cowboy boots into the hot sand, allowing his wide brim hat to lean low over his eyes as he rested a six-shot revolver in his lap. One chamber was empty, and the echo of the led round breaking the sound barrier and the powder igniting had been quickly absorbed by the dunes all around him.
The glint of the the rifle scope had also dissapeared, and the old sheriff made sure to load one round for a full chamber before pushing himself up. Staying in a low hunch, he made his way through the dunes, quickly dashing between piles of sand and the occasional large boulder.
The closer he got, the louder the voices became. Roland estimated around four, maybe five distinct ones, all of them containing that familiar rigidity.
After a short while of skulking around, Roland eventually crested the one dune he did with caution, swinging his magnum up and his left hand over the hammer.
"Aight." Five heads whipped around to the source of the voice. "Mine letting me know what the hell a bunch of Imperial stormtroopers and mercenaries are doing just outside of my town?"
One of the troopers was holding a squadmate's head in their lap, whose arms sluggishly attempted to remove their own helmet. Roland guesstimated that had been the sniper, his own projectile weaponry only temporarily stunning them through the advanced armor.
The glint of the the rifle scope had also dissapeared, and the old sheriff made sure to load one round for a full chamber before pushing himself up. Staying in a low hunch, he made his way through the dunes, quickly dashing between piles of sand and the occasional large boulder.
The closer he got, the louder the voices became. Roland estimated around four, maybe five distinct ones, all of them containing that familiar rigidity.
After a short while of skulking around, Roland eventually crested the one dune he did with caution, swinging his magnum up and his left hand over the hammer.
"Aight." Five heads whipped around to the source of the voice. "Mine letting me know what the hell a bunch of Imperial stormtroopers and mercenaries are doing just outside of my town?"
One of the troopers was holding a squadmate's head in their lap, whose arms sluggishly attempted to remove their own helmet. Roland guesstimated that had been the sniper, his own projectile weaponry only temporarily stunning them through the advanced armor.
Such terror you are facing
Isn't it wonderful?
Isn't it wonderful?