09-04-2015, 07:20 PM
Again a massive telekinetic wave knocked the Stormtroopers from their feet, and before they could respond, the ape-like creature fled. Slapping his hand to his helmet, the corporal shouted, “Target on the move! Red speeder, road 47-93, Northbound!”
The remaining troopers jumped up and began firing, a cris-cross of red beams flashing into the flow of cars and levitating crafts. The vehicles honked and swerved wildly as the simian made his escape, none of the blasts finding their mark. “Damn it!” the squad leader swore, depressing the button again and speaking to control, “We have lost the target! I repeat: we have lost the target!”
“I have eyes on,” a gruff voice grunted across the com. “In pursuit.”
The heavily curved, assertive looking motorcycle flashed past the troopers, the familiar red, black and gold blur atop it. The corporal grinned under his helmet and replied, “Understood sir. Give ‘im hell, we’ve got the other one handled.”
The troopers then turned to the Flash, one leaning forward and snatching his hands. “Thank you for your cooperation, citizen,” he snapped, pulling out a pair of inhibitor cuffs. “Your continued cooperation will have an impact on your sentencing.” The other troopers were still unwilling to lower their guards, the propensity of Primes to unexpectedly escape something they had all been briefed on again and again. No risks were to be taken, not even for a moment.
Maintaining his weapon at the young man’s head, the corporal barked out, “If you’re serious about joining the CPD, I’d shut your mouth and go along with my men’s instructions. Maybe you can still be the ‘big hero’ after all this is over with.” He laughed to himself, shaking his head, “If you can’t follow the law, how do you expect the Empire to trust you, kid?”
Specter weaved between the vehicles, only to hear the cruel rev of the lawmaster creeping up behind him. A quick glance confirmed the ominous presence of the broad-shouldered Judge atop the sleek, angry-looking motorcycle.
The man’s permanent scowl deepened and two barrels extended from the face of his vehicle.
The remaining troopers jumped up and began firing, a cris-cross of red beams flashing into the flow of cars and levitating crafts. The vehicles honked and swerved wildly as the simian made his escape, none of the blasts finding their mark. “Damn it!” the squad leader swore, depressing the button again and speaking to control, “We have lost the target! I repeat: we have lost the target!”
“I have eyes on,” a gruff voice grunted across the com. “In pursuit.”
The heavily curved, assertive looking motorcycle flashed past the troopers, the familiar red, black and gold blur atop it. The corporal grinned under his helmet and replied, “Understood sir. Give ‘im hell, we’ve got the other one handled.”
The troopers then turned to the Flash, one leaning forward and snatching his hands. “Thank you for your cooperation, citizen,” he snapped, pulling out a pair of inhibitor cuffs. “Your continued cooperation will have an impact on your sentencing.” The other troopers were still unwilling to lower their guards, the propensity of Primes to unexpectedly escape something they had all been briefed on again and again. No risks were to be taken, not even for a moment.
Maintaining his weapon at the young man’s head, the corporal barked out, “If you’re serious about joining the CPD, I’d shut your mouth and go along with my men’s instructions. Maybe you can still be the ‘big hero’ after all this is over with.” He laughed to himself, shaking his head, “If you can’t follow the law, how do you expect the Empire to trust you, kid?”
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Specter weaved between the vehicles, only to hear the cruel rev of the lawmaster creeping up behind him. A quick glance confirmed the ominous presence of the broad-shouldered Judge atop the sleek, angry-looking motorcycle.
The man’s permanent scowl deepened and two barrels extended from the face of his vehicle.