08-22-2015, 12:25 PM
The Luna Wolf muttered impatiently to himself, tossing a gunk-filled boltgun magazine out of the hovercar, "You're a real crazy bastard, you know that?"
Okor slumped back into the rotting, fetid leather car seat, slowly wiping a pool of blackened, sludgy blood onto the floor, before angrily grunting, "All in the name of the Grandfather, all in His name..." and slamming his boot onto the accelerator.
As the hovercar glided over the city's skyline, a small whine could be heard from Okor's seat, as a battered and dirt-caked Mr. T crawled out from under the infested giant's chestplate. As it flopped onto Tartaros' lap, it coughed up a wad of dust (though, how a sock, naturally without a diaphragm, "coughs" is probably best left up to the imagination) and choked out a few grumbled words, "The grey one is right, take a shower or somethin' sucka... And as for you, nutjob, slow do-", the sock was interrupted by the wails of sirens and a short hail of laser fire scraping past the left car door. "Oh... fuck me...
Okor angrily muttered some ancient, feudal world epithet, lazily shifting his gaze to Tartaros, and pointing a single finger towards the encroaching speeders. "You know what to do."
Tartaros nodded, jamming a fresh magazine into his boltgun and clambered into the back seats, resting the firearm onto the car boot, as Mr T lept across onto a headrest. "We got five of the things, around... two grunts on each, one driver, one gunner. Unless they're packing explosives or they got cannons mounted on those dinky bikes, they shouldn't be too big a thre-", the marine was interrupted by a volley of heavy blaster fire, scraping across the side of his helmet as Okor chuckled to himself, "Well then... guess there's a threat."
"Let's see here...", Tartaros muttered, holding his breath and aligning his rifle's sights. After a few moments of concentration, the Luna Wolf fired a single bolt into one of the landspeeder's engines, letting out a deep breath as the rear of the vehicle went up in flames and the pilots went leaping away from the blaze and onto an abandoned pipeline below. "Bullseye."
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Okor slumped back into the rotting, fetid leather car seat, slowly wiping a pool of blackened, sludgy blood onto the floor, before angrily grunting, "All in the name of the Grandfather, all in His name..." and slamming his boot onto the accelerator.
As the hovercar glided over the city's skyline, a small whine could be heard from Okor's seat, as a battered and dirt-caked Mr. T crawled out from under the infested giant's chestplate. As it flopped onto Tartaros' lap, it coughed up a wad of dust (though, how a sock, naturally without a diaphragm, "coughs" is probably best left up to the imagination) and choked out a few grumbled words, "The grey one is right, take a shower or somethin' sucka... And as for you, nutjob, slow do-", the sock was interrupted by the wails of sirens and a short hail of laser fire scraping past the left car door. "Oh... fuck me...
Okor angrily muttered some ancient, feudal world epithet, lazily shifting his gaze to Tartaros, and pointing a single finger towards the encroaching speeders. "You know what to do."
Tartaros nodded, jamming a fresh magazine into his boltgun and clambered into the back seats, resting the firearm onto the car boot, as Mr T lept across onto a headrest. "We got five of the things, around... two grunts on each, one driver, one gunner. Unless they're packing explosives or they got cannons mounted on those dinky bikes, they shouldn't be too big a thre-", the marine was interrupted by a volley of heavy blaster fire, scraping across the side of his helmet as Okor chuckled to himself, "Well then... guess there's a threat."
"Let's see here...", Tartaros muttered, holding his breath and aligning his rifle's sights. After a few moments of concentration, the Luna Wolf fired a single bolt into one of the landspeeder's engines, letting out a deep breath as the rear of the vehicle went up in flames and the pilots went leaping away from the blaze and onto an abandoned pipeline below. "Bullseye."
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Quote:Yeah, sorry this took so fucking long. Sickness, feeling like crap, going back to Uni and a massive case of writers block has left me banging my head against a brick wall trying to post something bigger than this for the past week or two. Hopefully now we can actually move on.[/spoiler]