09-05-2017, 10:01 PM
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"Contacts my 3 o'clock!" A stormtrooper with marks on their helmet where bullets had barely scraped by waved a hand to his squadmates to a band of orange jumpsuits attempting to flank around a row of abandoned vehicles. Some were burnt, most had all their glass windows shot out, a few had a body or two slumped over inside or halfway out the door.
The squad immediately laid down heavy suppressing fire with their blaster rifles, pinning the enemy down.
A female stormtrooper went up to the apparent squad lead, ducking under returning fire. "Sir! We've got tangos flanking left! They're gonna try and surround us!"
"Fuckers!" The man peaked for a moment above her head, confirming the information when he saw heads threading themselves through the rubble of a blown out storefront. "Where the hell is that back up I ordered?!"
BOOM BOOM BOOM
Three consecutive reports from a high-powered slug thrower sounded off behind the squad's position, the leader's head whipping around just in time to see a flash of movement as something tall, with odd legs and a sword leapt across the car roofs. He turned again to the positiong of the first group of prisoners, barely able to make out the figure behind the wrecks. From his perspective, there was only blood being thrown all over and screaming. Even a few bones cracking. Then, the entity leapt up again, hopping across the vehicles like some kind of raptor, and the trooper finally got a good look.
It was tall, wearing some kind of jumpsuit, had bent-backwards legs, and a really, really big sword.
BOOM BOOM
Suddenly, the rifle was going off way too close, and the squad leader turned to his rear again to see a tiny blue-furred yordle hopping around in a similar fashion. Except she would fire off a few rounds with every long jump, picking off one rioter with each shot.
"Who the fuck are these guys?!"
"Doesn't matter! Just help them help us stay alive!"
***
Ratione landed at the second squad with their backs turned to him, all lined up and tight against each other. He leapt forward, holding his greatsword's blade halfway down past the lugs. With the combined momentum of his dash, twitching his hips, and using his left hand to throw it forward a bit more, the length of the blade sunk itself through two of them, the tip burying itself into a third's spine. The fourth man turned around to see one of his friends going down, screaming and clutching their back, the other two silent, wide eyed, and with their internal organs out on display. Blood painted the street and all of them in a thin shade of maroon.
The fourth man screamed, and before he could bring up a boomstick Ratione wheeled around with his guard, bashing it into the man's teeth and then kneeing him in the jaw as they fell down. The back of their skull smacked against the door of one of the "cars" (as Janna had put it), and he stopped moving.
The yordle hopped on top of the metal box, inspecting her friend's handiwork for a split second, before shouting at Ratione to keep moving. So he did, sprinting down the street and deeper into the fight.
The next objective was a squad of about ten or more prisoners clustered inside some kind of shop, taking potshots out of the windows at stormtroopers with a mounted boomstick set up. This version seemed to be similarily powerful to Janna's, but was significantly faster at getting booms off.
"Move in, I'll cover you!" Janna slid underneath a car with a lot of ground clearance, settling and almost instantly picking off a few enemies. Ratione swung around to the side, sprinting down the sidewalk and out of their view. In the alleyway next to the store was a door riddled with holes.
***
"Keep 'em off us boys!" A burly man with a toothpick in his mouth, an orang jumpsuit, and AKM, and a body full of tattos barked at the other prisoners as he reloaded. A thick, well-developed arm slapped in another magazine and peaking above the window sill.
BANG The door which another prisoner had been monitoring flew forward with speed and force. It crashed into the rear guard, who fired off a few rounds in a panic. The thing that came through the doorway made everyone else panic.
The prisoners at the front line had to keep firing to keep the troopers off them, and could only watch as one by one their comrades that lacked firearms were executed one by one. The first to go down had a sword pommel whipped into their temple, hemmorhaging their cranial cavity. The second and third men were skewered with a long-ass blade, the fourth was kicked out the window and shot. Each one screamed and begged for mercy, that they were only dragged along. Not one plea was requitted.
The burly man with tattoos looked to his left and right to see who was left, but only soup bowls of blood remained where his partners in crime once stood. A shadow cast itself over him, and a steel guard dug itself into his skull.
***
Janna watched as Ratione flung himself out of the store through a shattered window, covered in blood, bits of bone, and some entrails.
This guy is a fucking psycho... She turned to see the firefight raging ahead of them. Just what we need right now.
***
Five more came charging at Ratione, all of them lacking a boomstick. They spread out into a bit of open space, attempting to surround the Novan.
A quick dash to the left and he caught the one at the very end of the line, knocking away the over-head swing of their crowbar with the his blade and then driving the guard into his stomach before pulling back and taking out their eye in the same manner. The next one down the line he made sure to step around, putting the rioter between himself and the rest of the squad. Ratione swung up and around to bait the man into putting up his own makeshift sword into an overhead guard. The Novan feinted right, then left, then whipped the tip of his blade downward against the neck. A deep gash formed where he landed the blow, blood spraying out and spattering Ratione's face.
Now at least two of them had managed to come at him from two different angles. The Furtumin gripped halfway down the blade and on his actual grip, first stepping quickly to the right while parrying an upward strike from a billy club and then using the lug grip to catch a side-swipe from another makeshift blade. His feet fluttered like a tiny insect's wings, succesfully getting out of the reach of the man with the club. Taking a few seconds to focus on the second swordman, he whipped his left leg back and a forward thrust barely scraped his jumpsuit. The Novan hooked his free right arm to hook around the weapon, then tossing his own greatsword up and into an icepick grip at the lugs before burrying the tip of it with a one-handed thrust into his face. The body fell backward, carrying the sword with it. Ratione felt himself being tugged forward just as the billy club guy followed up, whipping the Novan on the back of the head.
Ratione's vision tripled, and the world around him spun. The old man stumbled backwards a bit, and two booms sounded off. The last two men dropped, and he felt tiny hands batting at his thighs from below.
"Get your shit together Ratty!" The Novan's vision turned to doubles, then singles, and coming at him and his only friend in this new world from two ends were even more rioters. All of them carried with them melee weapons, either improvised or legitimate.
"Gang up on them all at once! We ain't gettin' outta here unless we take down these two!" A voice barked out from the mass.
"Joker's to left of me-" Janna slid back her bolt, slapping in a fresh magazine. "-Jokers to the right-" Ratione took his stance, holding his greatsword out in a low guard, "-And here I am-" The Novan looked at Janna, who gave him a sly grin, "-stuck in the middle with you~!" She gave him a quick wink.
"Good thing the rest of them didn't bring boomsticks."
The first two to come at them from either end was one with a tire iron at the Furtumin and one with a prison shank at Janna.
Janna fired off a single round, which went through the next three other guys on her end, where Ratione planted his feet and threw out his sword while gripping the pommel and putting his weight into it. Again, he skewered just about three men, immediately pulling out and gripping his blade halfway down to first pommel bash the next man then slice them across the chest and neck with an upward swing.
Janna kept firing as the came, bolting her rifle faster than they could reach her. With every report of her rifle, another body slumped to the ground, a whole in their skull or their heart. Eventually, however, she pushed down on a small button and her magazine slid out. "Ratty! Switch with me!"
The yordle moved, and so did the Novan. Time slowed.
Janna kicked off with her right foot, left sole sliding over the asphalt. The magazine clattered to the ground, her blue-furred hand slipping out another one from a pouch. At the same time Ratione swung his left leg around, turning about as the sniper ducked underneath his groin. He brought his blade around, gripping it inversely as he came out of his previous strike, taking advantage of his body's momentum to whip the pommel and guard around and connecting them with the next two coming from Janna's end. The lugs connected with one man's neck, the next got a pommel to the ear.
By the time Janna had slid under and around to the other end, she was locked and loaded. One shot and the next three men were skewered by lead. While she continued to fire, Ratione put in work by recovering his weapon and re-gripped it properly. Two men came at him at once, shoulder-to-shoulder, with scavenged riot shields. Ratione grinned. They were too tight, with their shield edges touching rather than keeping a healthy gap.
The Furtumin gave the man on his right a solid thwack with his blade, knocking him into his friend. Their stance was not nearly solid enough, and the right man attempted to raise his weapon only to accidentally drive it into his friend's elbow. This elicited a yell of pain and cursing the right man's mother. All Ratione had to do was step around their meager shield wall and bury his blade in the backs of their skulls.
"Ratty!" Again the two danced around each other, again Janna reloaded, and again they eliminated ten more enemies. Then another ten. Then another ten.
Then another ten.
***
Ratione had forgotten what a battlefield looked like. He had forgotten how the blood would pool up, and the bodies would create a wall. Even now, he sat on top three slumped on top of each other, great sword resting on his right shoulder. His shoulders and chest heaved up and down, mouth agape as hot breath rolled in and out. Janna sat cross legged, staring at her hands. Her fur was caked in red, and they were shaking like leaves on a tree.
"Did you feel it?" The Furtumin spoke up, and the young pirate's head whipped around. Her eyes were wide, eye lids stretched out so far her eyes appeared to bulge from their sockets.
"That's fear. Real fear. Us Novans, we dominated an entire galaxy... because we use our fear. We don't try to suppress it.
Our fear is our weapon."
"Contacts my 3 o'clock!" A stormtrooper with marks on their helmet where bullets had barely scraped by waved a hand to his squadmates to a band of orange jumpsuits attempting to flank around a row of abandoned vehicles. Some were burnt, most had all their glass windows shot out, a few had a body or two slumped over inside or halfway out the door.
The squad immediately laid down heavy suppressing fire with their blaster rifles, pinning the enemy down.
A female stormtrooper went up to the apparent squad lead, ducking under returning fire. "Sir! We've got tangos flanking left! They're gonna try and surround us!"
"Fuckers!" The man peaked for a moment above her head, confirming the information when he saw heads threading themselves through the rubble of a blown out storefront. "Where the hell is that back up I ordered?!"
BOOM BOOM BOOM
Three consecutive reports from a high-powered slug thrower sounded off behind the squad's position, the leader's head whipping around just in time to see a flash of movement as something tall, with odd legs and a sword leapt across the car roofs. He turned again to the positiong of the first group of prisoners, barely able to make out the figure behind the wrecks. From his perspective, there was only blood being thrown all over and screaming. Even a few bones cracking. Then, the entity leapt up again, hopping across the vehicles like some kind of raptor, and the trooper finally got a good look.
It was tall, wearing some kind of jumpsuit, had bent-backwards legs, and a really, really big sword.
BOOM BOOM
Suddenly, the rifle was going off way too close, and the squad leader turned to his rear again to see a tiny blue-furred yordle hopping around in a similar fashion. Except she would fire off a few rounds with every long jump, picking off one rioter with each shot.
"Who the fuck are these guys?!"
"Doesn't matter! Just help them help us stay alive!"
***
Ratione landed at the second squad with their backs turned to him, all lined up and tight against each other. He leapt forward, holding his greatsword's blade halfway down past the lugs. With the combined momentum of his dash, twitching his hips, and using his left hand to throw it forward a bit more, the length of the blade sunk itself through two of them, the tip burying itself into a third's spine. The fourth man turned around to see one of his friends going down, screaming and clutching their back, the other two silent, wide eyed, and with their internal organs out on display. Blood painted the street and all of them in a thin shade of maroon.
The fourth man screamed, and before he could bring up a boomstick Ratione wheeled around with his guard, bashing it into the man's teeth and then kneeing him in the jaw as they fell down. The back of their skull smacked against the door of one of the "cars" (as Janna had put it), and he stopped moving.
The yordle hopped on top of the metal box, inspecting her friend's handiwork for a split second, before shouting at Ratione to keep moving. So he did, sprinting down the street and deeper into the fight.
The next objective was a squad of about ten or more prisoners clustered inside some kind of shop, taking potshots out of the windows at stormtroopers with a mounted boomstick set up. This version seemed to be similarily powerful to Janna's, but was significantly faster at getting booms off.
"Move in, I'll cover you!" Janna slid underneath a car with a lot of ground clearance, settling and almost instantly picking off a few enemies. Ratione swung around to the side, sprinting down the sidewalk and out of their view. In the alleyway next to the store was a door riddled with holes.
***
"Keep 'em off us boys!" A burly man with a toothpick in his mouth, an orang jumpsuit, and AKM, and a body full of tattos barked at the other prisoners as he reloaded. A thick, well-developed arm slapped in another magazine and peaking above the window sill.
BANG The door which another prisoner had been monitoring flew forward with speed and force. It crashed into the rear guard, who fired off a few rounds in a panic. The thing that came through the doorway made everyone else panic.
The prisoners at the front line had to keep firing to keep the troopers off them, and could only watch as one by one their comrades that lacked firearms were executed one by one. The first to go down had a sword pommel whipped into their temple, hemmorhaging their cranial cavity. The second and third men were skewered with a long-ass blade, the fourth was kicked out the window and shot. Each one screamed and begged for mercy, that they were only dragged along. Not one plea was requitted.
The burly man with tattoos looked to his left and right to see who was left, but only soup bowls of blood remained where his partners in crime once stood. A shadow cast itself over him, and a steel guard dug itself into his skull.
***
Janna watched as Ratione flung himself out of the store through a shattered window, covered in blood, bits of bone, and some entrails.
This guy is a fucking psycho... She turned to see the firefight raging ahead of them. Just what we need right now.
***
Five more came charging at Ratione, all of them lacking a boomstick. They spread out into a bit of open space, attempting to surround the Novan.
A quick dash to the left and he caught the one at the very end of the line, knocking away the over-head swing of their crowbar with the his blade and then driving the guard into his stomach before pulling back and taking out their eye in the same manner. The next one down the line he made sure to step around, putting the rioter between himself and the rest of the squad. Ratione swung up and around to bait the man into putting up his own makeshift sword into an overhead guard. The Novan feinted right, then left, then whipped the tip of his blade downward against the neck. A deep gash formed where he landed the blow, blood spraying out and spattering Ratione's face.
Now at least two of them had managed to come at him from two different angles. The Furtumin gripped halfway down the blade and on his actual grip, first stepping quickly to the right while parrying an upward strike from a billy club and then using the lug grip to catch a side-swipe from another makeshift blade. His feet fluttered like a tiny insect's wings, succesfully getting out of the reach of the man with the club. Taking a few seconds to focus on the second swordman, he whipped his left leg back and a forward thrust barely scraped his jumpsuit. The Novan hooked his free right arm to hook around the weapon, then tossing his own greatsword up and into an icepick grip at the lugs before burrying the tip of it with a one-handed thrust into his face. The body fell backward, carrying the sword with it. Ratione felt himself being tugged forward just as the billy club guy followed up, whipping the Novan on the back of the head.
Ratione's vision tripled, and the world around him spun. The old man stumbled backwards a bit, and two booms sounded off. The last two men dropped, and he felt tiny hands batting at his thighs from below.
"Get your shit together Ratty!" The Novan's vision turned to doubles, then singles, and coming at him and his only friend in this new world from two ends were even more rioters. All of them carried with them melee weapons, either improvised or legitimate.
"Gang up on them all at once! We ain't gettin' outta here unless we take down these two!" A voice barked out from the mass.
"Joker's to left of me-" Janna slid back her bolt, slapping in a fresh magazine. "-Jokers to the right-" Ratione took his stance, holding his greatsword out in a low guard, "-And here I am-" The Novan looked at Janna, who gave him a sly grin, "-stuck in the middle with you~!" She gave him a quick wink.
"Good thing the rest of them didn't bring boomsticks."
The first two to come at them from either end was one with a tire iron at the Furtumin and one with a prison shank at Janna.
Janna fired off a single round, which went through the next three other guys on her end, where Ratione planted his feet and threw out his sword while gripping the pommel and putting his weight into it. Again, he skewered just about three men, immediately pulling out and gripping his blade halfway down to first pommel bash the next man then slice them across the chest and neck with an upward swing.
Janna kept firing as the came, bolting her rifle faster than they could reach her. With every report of her rifle, another body slumped to the ground, a whole in their skull or their heart. Eventually, however, she pushed down on a small button and her magazine slid out. "Ratty! Switch with me!"
The yordle moved, and so did the Novan. Time slowed.
Janna kicked off with her right foot, left sole sliding over the asphalt. The magazine clattered to the ground, her blue-furred hand slipping out another one from a pouch. At the same time Ratione swung his left leg around, turning about as the sniper ducked underneath his groin. He brought his blade around, gripping it inversely as he came out of his previous strike, taking advantage of his body's momentum to whip the pommel and guard around and connecting them with the next two coming from Janna's end. The lugs connected with one man's neck, the next got a pommel to the ear.
By the time Janna had slid under and around to the other end, she was locked and loaded. One shot and the next three men were skewered by lead. While she continued to fire, Ratione put in work by recovering his weapon and re-gripped it properly. Two men came at him at once, shoulder-to-shoulder, with scavenged riot shields. Ratione grinned. They were too tight, with their shield edges touching rather than keeping a healthy gap.
The Furtumin gave the man on his right a solid thwack with his blade, knocking him into his friend. Their stance was not nearly solid enough, and the right man attempted to raise his weapon only to accidentally drive it into his friend's elbow. This elicited a yell of pain and cursing the right man's mother. All Ratione had to do was step around their meager shield wall and bury his blade in the backs of their skulls.
"Ratty!" Again the two danced around each other, again Janna reloaded, and again they eliminated ten more enemies. Then another ten. Then another ten.
Then another ten.
***
Ratione had forgotten what a battlefield looked like. He had forgotten how the blood would pool up, and the bodies would create a wall. Even now, he sat on top three slumped on top of each other, great sword resting on his right shoulder. His shoulders and chest heaved up and down, mouth agape as hot breath rolled in and out. Janna sat cross legged, staring at her hands. Her fur was caked in red, and they were shaking like leaves on a tree.
"Did you feel it?" The Furtumin spoke up, and the young pirate's head whipped around. Her eyes were wide, eye lids stretched out so far her eyes appeared to bulge from their sockets.
"That's fear. Real fear. Us Novans, we dominated an entire galaxy... because we use our fear. We don't try to suppress it.
Our fear is our weapon."
"Our fear is our weapon."