09-11-2017, 12:38 PM
Don't kill any of them?! Ratione whipped the back hand of his fist around an inmate's guard after shoving the end of their boomstick, which roared with a ferocity that sent chills down his spine. His knuckles collided with their temple, causing the assailant reel back and grab at fresh new pain in their skull. It was not enough to kill the human, but the Novan figured that if their physiology was at all similar to his own, the skull would be where to hit if you wanted to suppress them.
These humans look professional, however. At least as skilled as myself. It wouldn't be the greatest idea to oppose them...
Ratione feigned a forward thrust into another orange-jumpsuit wearing man who threw up his guard with a piece of concrete rubble. Leveraging the greatsword back around, the flat of the blade was whipped around into their skull. The prisoner collapsed, writhing and scratching at their boo-boo.
"I said no killing!" The white-clad warrior shouted at the Furtumin as they leapt into the air, rotating and sending their heels into two other enemies.
"I am not!" Ratione smirked. Doesn't mean I can't beat the everloving shit out of these guys.
***
Janna was at a loss. She had a rifle, she wanted to use it, but she was not about to pick a fight with the motherfucking Avengers.
The pirate had heard rumors of the vigilante group now officially supported by the Imperial garrision, going around doing hero stuff. She also knew that wherever they went, they left a trail of destruction. Most of the time, it was lower-class desperates like her that had to deal with the mess.
The sniper was not about to let herself be completely useless, however, and turned to the first man to communicate with Ratione, "Yo! Moon guy! How can I help!" She shouted above the cacophony of blasters, firearms, and fists.
The white-caped-crusader turned to ackowledge her position for a second, before motioning at a squad of troopers using a ring of cars as a makeshift foxhole. "Get in there and suppress the inmates! No killing!"
Janna nodded and cursed the Avenger under her breath. Fine, I guess I'll just improvise. The little blue-furred girl slung her rifle, and fist-bumped Ratione's shoulder as he was taking a knee to catch his breath. "I need you to cover me! I'm moving over there!" She pointed a finger at her target.
"I-hooff-will get you there-" Ratione picked over a concrete barrier, scoping out the empty stretch between them and the nest. "-but that entire area is much too open. We will easily get picked off by these ranged weapons you people have."
"That's called no-man's land, Ratty." Janna slapped a fresh magazine into her rifle, bolting the next round. "But I ain't a man, and neither are you."
"But I am male."
The yordle rolled her eyes, and hopped the barrier. The Novan followed, holding his sword upside-down, something that continued to befuddle her.
The second their feet hit the asphalt on the other side, the duo launched themselves forward. Ratione, being taller, got ahead quickly of his friend, and the one inmate that contested them had a pommel shoved into their teeth.
The entire time, Janna had to keep shouting at the Novan to keep his damned head down. Apparently, the idea of having to crouch while sprinting across a battlefield was a foriegn concept.
Above and around them, energy projectiles, lasers, and led whizzed past their faces, their arms, their legs. By some miracle of the Omniverse, none of them connected with their bodies. The yordle figured everyone was concentrated on something other than them.
Leaping over the hood of a mini-van, Janna found herself amongst white-plated legs. Two blaster rifle barrels were shoved into her face, and she threw her hands up, "Whoa whoa whoa!"
"Identify yourself! Are you with the Avengers-ack!" The man on her right choked a little the sword tip now barely poking into his throat. Ratione was sitting on the hood, left leg also extended out into the trooper's rifle on his left. His boot had shoved it up to the sky, away from her. The yordle paused, eyes stuck on him for the briefest of moments, before shaking her head and growling.
"Back off, Ratty! Ya want 'em to kill us?!" The old man held an even glare with the trooper he had gagged, then lowered his blade and drew his leg back. He pushed off the hood, sliding down into the nest. A spark ricocheted where his ass had been a second earlier.
Janna turned back to the troopers, "Do you guys have any spare rifles!"
"Don't you have one?" A female voice came out of the helmet on her left.
"It doesn't have any non-lethal solutions! I'll blow a leg off if I fuckin' graze it softer than a fly's fart!"
"Here!" A third trooper at the other end of the circle tossed a blood covered blaster at her, which she had to catch with both her arms. "My buddy doesn't need it anymore."
Janna paused, and looked down to a motionless suit of white-armor laying at the third trooper's feet. "T-thanks..." The pirate shook her head and straightened her back, "Ratty! Get me up!"
Ratione took a knee, allowing her to scramble up on sit on his shoulders again. "Aight, lemme go tah town on these fools!"
The second the Furtumin stood up straight, Janna flicked on the stun mode and got a bead on some asshole charging their nest with a shotgun. She squeezed the trigger, and the shotgun went off in his hands as he collapsed.
These humans look professional, however. At least as skilled as myself. It wouldn't be the greatest idea to oppose them...
Ratione feigned a forward thrust into another orange-jumpsuit wearing man who threw up his guard with a piece of concrete rubble. Leveraging the greatsword back around, the flat of the blade was whipped around into their skull. The prisoner collapsed, writhing and scratching at their boo-boo.
"I said no killing!" The white-clad warrior shouted at the Furtumin as they leapt into the air, rotating and sending their heels into two other enemies.
"I am not!" Ratione smirked. Doesn't mean I can't beat the everloving shit out of these guys.
***
Janna was at a loss. She had a rifle, she wanted to use it, but she was not about to pick a fight with the motherfucking Avengers.
The pirate had heard rumors of the vigilante group now officially supported by the Imperial garrision, going around doing hero stuff. She also knew that wherever they went, they left a trail of destruction. Most of the time, it was lower-class desperates like her that had to deal with the mess.
The sniper was not about to let herself be completely useless, however, and turned to the first man to communicate with Ratione, "Yo! Moon guy! How can I help!" She shouted above the cacophony of blasters, firearms, and fists.
The white-caped-crusader turned to ackowledge her position for a second, before motioning at a squad of troopers using a ring of cars as a makeshift foxhole. "Get in there and suppress the inmates! No killing!"
Janna nodded and cursed the Avenger under her breath. Fine, I guess I'll just improvise. The little blue-furred girl slung her rifle, and fist-bumped Ratione's shoulder as he was taking a knee to catch his breath. "I need you to cover me! I'm moving over there!" She pointed a finger at her target.
"I-hooff-will get you there-" Ratione picked over a concrete barrier, scoping out the empty stretch between them and the nest. "-but that entire area is much too open. We will easily get picked off by these ranged weapons you people have."
"That's called no-man's land, Ratty." Janna slapped a fresh magazine into her rifle, bolting the next round. "But I ain't a man, and neither are you."
"But I am male."
The yordle rolled her eyes, and hopped the barrier. The Novan followed, holding his sword upside-down, something that continued to befuddle her.
The second their feet hit the asphalt on the other side, the duo launched themselves forward. Ratione, being taller, got ahead quickly of his friend, and the one inmate that contested them had a pommel shoved into their teeth.
The entire time, Janna had to keep shouting at the Novan to keep his damned head down. Apparently, the idea of having to crouch while sprinting across a battlefield was a foriegn concept.
Above and around them, energy projectiles, lasers, and led whizzed past their faces, their arms, their legs. By some miracle of the Omniverse, none of them connected with their bodies. The yordle figured everyone was concentrated on something other than them.
Leaping over the hood of a mini-van, Janna found herself amongst white-plated legs. Two blaster rifle barrels were shoved into her face, and she threw her hands up, "Whoa whoa whoa!"
"Identify yourself! Are you with the Avengers-ack!" The man on her right choked a little the sword tip now barely poking into his throat. Ratione was sitting on the hood, left leg also extended out into the trooper's rifle on his left. His boot had shoved it up to the sky, away from her. The yordle paused, eyes stuck on him for the briefest of moments, before shaking her head and growling.
"Back off, Ratty! Ya want 'em to kill us?!" The old man held an even glare with the trooper he had gagged, then lowered his blade and drew his leg back. He pushed off the hood, sliding down into the nest. A spark ricocheted where his ass had been a second earlier.
Janna turned back to the troopers, "Do you guys have any spare rifles!"
"Don't you have one?" A female voice came out of the helmet on her left.
"It doesn't have any non-lethal solutions! I'll blow a leg off if I fuckin' graze it softer than a fly's fart!"
"Here!" A third trooper at the other end of the circle tossed a blood covered blaster at her, which she had to catch with both her arms. "My buddy doesn't need it anymore."
Janna paused, and looked down to a motionless suit of white-armor laying at the third trooper's feet. "T-thanks..." The pirate shook her head and straightened her back, "Ratty! Get me up!"
Ratione took a knee, allowing her to scramble up on sit on his shoulders again. "Aight, lemme go tah town on these fools!"
The second the Furtumin stood up straight, Janna flicked on the stun mode and got a bead on some asshole charging their nest with a shotgun. She squeezed the trigger, and the shotgun went off in his hands as he collapsed.
"Our fear is our weapon."