07-08-2015, 03:36 PM
Leviathan dove for cover as the bombardment of plasma began to scorch the sandy ground all around the courtyard. Her armor was designed to ward off energy munitions like these plasma bursts, but at this magnitude it was only a matter of time before she had a breach. The girl hunkered down behind a rapidly eroding dirt wall as she watched her erstwhile companions get shot at...
...this was getting stupid. Fortunately enough, the monster zombie seemed to have been dealt with, and that was the only thing that had really been impeding the girl. Leviathan did a quick risk assesment. She was certain that she could continue to fight these zombies...wraiths...whatever...to a stand still, but Leviathan did not, in fact, have unlimited ammunition. She had already burned through over three quarters of her supply; if she fought till she was dry, no amount of loot would break even with the amount she would have to spend on new blaster rounds...especially with these other clowns to split it with. The girl gritted her teeth for a few moments. Leviathan hated running from a fight, but she also hated losing money on a bet. Gotta know when to fold.
Leviathan waited for a brief pause in the incoming sniper fire, and watched as the offending zombie magicked itself to a new vantage point. Not wanting to allow him to set up another shot, Leviathan spun up Negotiator one last time and unleashed a flood of red blaster fire up into the window the sniper was perched in. Fiery bolts of red slammed into the colonial building, causing it to rapidly catch in fire.
Convinced that she had bought herself a few seconds, Leviathan made a mad dash for her sky bike, ducking incoming gunfire from the ground forces. A few blazing green bolts tagged her in the back as she saddled up, but the heavy trooper armor did its job and disippated the energy around her torso. There would be some nasty burns, but she'd be fine over all..
Leviathan kicked the engines in to full blast, kicking up a swirling cloud of dust that plunged the battleground into a brownish haze. With the shrill sound of revving turbines, Leviathan released the vents and she shot off like a rocket. Gone with the wind. Maybe she could sack a small caravan or something on her way back to the deeps; at least break even for her trouble...
...this was getting stupid. Fortunately enough, the monster zombie seemed to have been dealt with, and that was the only thing that had really been impeding the girl. Leviathan did a quick risk assesment. She was certain that she could continue to fight these zombies...wraiths...whatever...to a stand still, but Leviathan did not, in fact, have unlimited ammunition. She had already burned through over three quarters of her supply; if she fought till she was dry, no amount of loot would break even with the amount she would have to spend on new blaster rounds...especially with these other clowns to split it with. The girl gritted her teeth for a few moments. Leviathan hated running from a fight, but she also hated losing money on a bet. Gotta know when to fold.
Leviathan waited for a brief pause in the incoming sniper fire, and watched as the offending zombie magicked itself to a new vantage point. Not wanting to allow him to set up another shot, Leviathan spun up Negotiator one last time and unleashed a flood of red blaster fire up into the window the sniper was perched in. Fiery bolts of red slammed into the colonial building, causing it to rapidly catch in fire.
Convinced that she had bought herself a few seconds, Leviathan made a mad dash for her sky bike, ducking incoming gunfire from the ground forces. A few blazing green bolts tagged her in the back as she saddled up, but the heavy trooper armor did its job and disippated the energy around her torso. There would be some nasty burns, but she'd be fine over all..
Leviathan kicked the engines in to full blast, kicking up a swirling cloud of dust that plunged the battleground into a brownish haze. With the shrill sound of revving turbines, Leviathan released the vents and she shot off like a rocket. Gone with the wind. Maybe she could sack a small caravan or something on her way back to the deeps; at least break even for her trouble...
And, we dream of home I dream of life out of here Their dreams are small My dreams don't know fear I got my heart full of hope I will change everything No matter what I'm told How impossible it seems We did it before And we'll do it again We're indestructible Even when we're tired And we've been here before Just you and I
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued