07-17-2017, 04:21 PM
As they cleared the walls of the facility, the group's merriment at the apparent ease of their escape was brought to a thundering halt with the sound of a hundred and more boots skittering to a stop. Arrayed in a half circle around them, dozens of rifles were trained on the group. An implacable, faceless wall of white plasteel, grim skull-facades of helmets obscuring the soldiers themselves.
In the back of the group, a lone trooper bearing the mark of captain lifted a hand to his helmet, activating his com-link. "Got eyes on them. Three primes. One secondary. One animal. Just like the reports from inside said." A moment of silence, "Understood." He stepped forward, switching from the comm unit to a voice amplifier, and the sudden increase in volume carried clearly over the group of his subordinates to the impromptu prison break group. "You have one chance and one chance only. Lay down any weapons you have and surrender."
"Not a chance!" Jak snarled, and his hands went for his own gun. In an instant, no less than a dozen bolts of laser fire impacted the ground around him, and missed him by a hair. Singe and scorchmarks were left among his hair and clothing, and one hand had taken a clean hit, leaving him to stagger back and drop to a crouch, eyes wide.
"Like I said. One. Chance. Consider that your only warning shot." The captain's voice remained calm and cold, his helmeted visage now firmly locked on the eco warrior. "Any more smart moves and the consequences will be dire."
"Dire? Gimme a break..." the gruff voice of the prisoner they were helping escape spat. "What's the worst you could possibly do? Even with all of you here, if we had to we could get through you and you know it."
"I've no doubt. You were resourceful and capable enough to break in, and almost break out again. You could probably break through our line and make a break for it." The captain remained distant, almost disinterested. "You wouldn't get away, but it would just escalate this incident further. More paperwork, more casualties, more damage to repair. We can't allow that."
"I've had enough!" Jak's voice barked, his skin flashing a pale tone. Violet sparks raced across his body, his blaster-wound-bearing hand curling into a fist as he sprang up, reaching for his blaster again. "We're getting out of here, and we're doing it no—"
The captain turned aside, lifting a hand to access his comms unit again. "....affirmative. Yes, they're still here. ....copy that." He looked back to Jak, and his tone held amusement as he spoke up again. "Well, looks like for all your strength and whatever else you might have that would've given you a chance yo escape, we've got you beaten cleanly in one regard."
This time, it was the bizarre red robot on wheels that spoke up. "And...what's that?"
The captain just pointed up. Even with the helmet, the grin on his face was evident. "Planning."
Five surprised faces turned to look up in time to see a massive metal...SOMETHING hurtling down from the sky. Someone among the group realized what it was and shouted out an obvious warning to "MOVE!" and they all scattered, diving for whatever cover they could find as the huge, metallic mass impacted like a missile, tearing apart the ground and leaving a massive, smoldering crater directly around it.
"What...the hell..." Torn extricated himself from under a chunk of debris, sitting up and shaking off a spike of dizziness. "...was that?!"
In response, a hissing of pressurized air sounded, and a huge chunk of the thing erupted out like a cannonball. It missed Jak by inches, embedding in the wall behind him and threatening to bring a section of it down. "I am the Emperor's Will made manifest!" came a thundering voice from within what was, by now, clearly a drop pod. Heavy boot treads sounded, as a massive, lumbering form emerged into the light. Towering over any other figure in the vicinity, armor gleaming and resplendant, and colored lenses in its helmet glowing a deep, ominous shade of red, one of the Empire's Space Marines glared down at the prison breaking group.
"You will stand down, and accept the Emperor's Mercy!" he demanded, voice impossibly deep and resonating. In his hands, the massive bolter came up, ready to fire at a moment's notice. "Or you will suffer a fate worse than death."
In the back of the group, a lone trooper bearing the mark of captain lifted a hand to his helmet, activating his com-link. "Got eyes on them. Three primes. One secondary. One animal. Just like the reports from inside said." A moment of silence, "Understood." He stepped forward, switching from the comm unit to a voice amplifier, and the sudden increase in volume carried clearly over the group of his subordinates to the impromptu prison break group. "You have one chance and one chance only. Lay down any weapons you have and surrender."
"Not a chance!" Jak snarled, and his hands went for his own gun. In an instant, no less than a dozen bolts of laser fire impacted the ground around him, and missed him by a hair. Singe and scorchmarks were left among his hair and clothing, and one hand had taken a clean hit, leaving him to stagger back and drop to a crouch, eyes wide.
"Like I said. One. Chance. Consider that your only warning shot." The captain's voice remained calm and cold, his helmeted visage now firmly locked on the eco warrior. "Any more smart moves and the consequences will be dire."
"Dire? Gimme a break..." the gruff voice of the prisoner they were helping escape spat. "What's the worst you could possibly do? Even with all of you here, if we had to we could get through you and you know it."
"I've no doubt. You were resourceful and capable enough to break in, and almost break out again. You could probably break through our line and make a break for it." The captain remained distant, almost disinterested. "You wouldn't get away, but it would just escalate this incident further. More paperwork, more casualties, more damage to repair. We can't allow that."
"I've had enough!" Jak's voice barked, his skin flashing a pale tone. Violet sparks raced across his body, his blaster-wound-bearing hand curling into a fist as he sprang up, reaching for his blaster again. "We're getting out of here, and we're doing it no—"
The captain turned aside, lifting a hand to access his comms unit again. "....affirmative. Yes, they're still here. ....copy that." He looked back to Jak, and his tone held amusement as he spoke up again. "Well, looks like for all your strength and whatever else you might have that would've given you a chance yo escape, we've got you beaten cleanly in one regard."
This time, it was the bizarre red robot on wheels that spoke up. "And...what's that?"
The captain just pointed up. Even with the helmet, the grin on his face was evident. "Planning."
Five surprised faces turned to look up in time to see a massive metal...SOMETHING hurtling down from the sky. Someone among the group realized what it was and shouted out an obvious warning to "MOVE!" and they all scattered, diving for whatever cover they could find as the huge, metallic mass impacted like a missile, tearing apart the ground and leaving a massive, smoldering crater directly around it.
"What...the hell..." Torn extricated himself from under a chunk of debris, sitting up and shaking off a spike of dizziness. "...was that?!"
In response, a hissing of pressurized air sounded, and a huge chunk of the thing erupted out like a cannonball. It missed Jak by inches, embedding in the wall behind him and threatening to bring a section of it down. "I am the Emperor's Will made manifest!" came a thundering voice from within what was, by now, clearly a drop pod. Heavy boot treads sounded, as a massive, lumbering form emerged into the light. Towering over any other figure in the vicinity, armor gleaming and resplendant, and colored lenses in its helmet glowing a deep, ominous shade of red, one of the Empire's Space Marines glared down at the prison breaking group.
"You will stand down, and accept the Emperor's Mercy!" he demanded, voice impossibly deep and resonating. In his hands, the massive bolter came up, ready to fire at a moment's notice. "Or you will suffer a fate worse than death."