09-20-2015, 11:29 AM
Continuing [Acculturations] plot of Kalli assaulting a group of gangsters...
The road and the inhabitants of Tier 4 were well watched by those whom controlled them. Have that be stormtroopers, gangsters, or some other lesser known force, there was little room to doubt the organizations in play. Sickly individuals were walk about begging for medication or food, those dressed well for Tier 4 seemed inclined on leaving the crowds of strangers and the ones like Kalli, unknowing and exploring, were rare to be seen at ground level. It seemed like those who did not know their place, would find it soon, or face the consequences of being in an unwelcoming society. No matter the tempeture of the place, the atmosphere seemed cold, grey, the people in preparation for the worst.
Still with unattended wounds, Kalli's head would turn left and right, facing the buildings and scanning the words that appeared on signs, above windows, or in front of doorways. Walking along as cars speeded overhead, no sign seemed to have any indication to mend to her wounds. And even then, what would be the costs? Certainly the omnilium would somehow make payment, certainly all she had to do is focus for some time, but with how the gangsters seemed to react being a prime may not be good to reveal publicly. But the alien couldn't care much for that thought, she felt like she was about to collapse if not tended to quickly, and so if money or by gunpoint, she would recieve help.
Unknown to her on the catwalks high above, a single hooded individual carefully slid their fingers under a gun, a hum from the energized clip hissing into their ears. The shadowed face darkened as the hood covered the light from varying vehicles and signs, all the while two stormtroopers were dragged away from helping hands in the same uniform. The individual slowly leaned their head right, looking through the scope and following the alien figure's walk, the singular dot in the sight gleaming straight on the back of her head. As whispers followed into mics, communication passing through hidden channels, their finger tucked itself within the trigger guard. A singular word is all it took for chaos to erupt.
The familiar burning would come back to Kalli as her feathers were flake and fall, the rest burnt down to the flesh as a red hot beam flashed, dark burns fell deep into her skin, the crowd pushing and pulling, running and limping, the numbers of those in the street never seemed to decrease however, no matter how many would rush inside buildings or run around corners. "Target is still up, engaging." More laser rounds erupted as the henchmen fired into the crowds, striking down strangers around their alien target whom clutched at her neck. Muttering curses as jackets flailed and people grabbed each other to run out of the way of these sudden laser rounds, Kalli would rush into the crowds, the beams of light burning through the civilians, black, burnt holes following with every trigger pull.
Staggering over a corpse, Kalli lifted her head, looking back at the muzzle flashes that appeared at the balconies and catwalks. Another shot burned through the air, landing right behind her as another body fell with a thud. "Again?" is the only word that she could think to herself, recognizing the uniforms of the individuals from those in the bar that she had assaulted. With all her strength, she lifted up the rifle and quickly began to pull the trigger, the gangsters quickly crouching and going to ground, attempting to avoid the sudden bullets flying at them in response. Another red beam would flash past her, a singular individual holding a rifle with a long barrel and a gleaming scope kept moving through the shadows, calmly reacting to the sudden chaos.
Behind him was a bald man, motioning down the street toward her. Looking down and at the direction the bald individual had been waving to, figures could be seen shoving civilians to the ground and raising their pistols, firing toward Kalli as she stood to observe. With both laser rounds and bullets raining down onto the street, Kalli quickly organized her thoughts and began to move back through the crowd once more, carrying her rifle and firing back at the gangsters that continued to gain ground. "Prime is moving, track her down!" A singular voice yelled over the panic and gunshots, hoarse and old.
"Instigating violence is against the law, drop your weapons or be put to judgement." Stormtrooper armor clacked and clattered, their weapons pointed to the catwalks while a singular light flickered on, the dropship falling from the skies before landing in a hover in front of the catwalk. The gangsters above soon began their retreat, soldiers leaping from the dropship would soon add to the noises of the catwalk and balconies, chasing after them. The gunfire had died down in almost an instant, the gangsters that were not being accused of violence blending into the crowds and moving along with their orders unhindered.
Kalli however would find herself further slowed by the sudden brining about of APCs and stormtroopers as they began to attempt to halt the panic, blocking off streets and demanding citizens to remain calm. Where there was those beating down and arresting, ten more stormtroopers were asking for IDs and escorting people out of the zone. Now there were two troubles for her to avoid, and both easily leading to consquences Kalli would not dare to imagine. Slipping into a crowd pushing their way into a overcrowded apartment lobby, she quickly moved out of the havoc that flooded the streets, moving into a corner while waiting for the chaos to die down. And praying that neither the stormtroopers nor gangsters would suddenly kick down the front door.
The road and the inhabitants of Tier 4 were well watched by those whom controlled them. Have that be stormtroopers, gangsters, or some other lesser known force, there was little room to doubt the organizations in play. Sickly individuals were walk about begging for medication or food, those dressed well for Tier 4 seemed inclined on leaving the crowds of strangers and the ones like Kalli, unknowing and exploring, were rare to be seen at ground level. It seemed like those who did not know their place, would find it soon, or face the consequences of being in an unwelcoming society. No matter the tempeture of the place, the atmosphere seemed cold, grey, the people in preparation for the worst.
Still with unattended wounds, Kalli's head would turn left and right, facing the buildings and scanning the words that appeared on signs, above windows, or in front of doorways. Walking along as cars speeded overhead, no sign seemed to have any indication to mend to her wounds. And even then, what would be the costs? Certainly the omnilium would somehow make payment, certainly all she had to do is focus for some time, but with how the gangsters seemed to react being a prime may not be good to reveal publicly. But the alien couldn't care much for that thought, she felt like she was about to collapse if not tended to quickly, and so if money or by gunpoint, she would recieve help.
Unknown to her on the catwalks high above, a single hooded individual carefully slid their fingers under a gun, a hum from the energized clip hissing into their ears. The shadowed face darkened as the hood covered the light from varying vehicles and signs, all the while two stormtroopers were dragged away from helping hands in the same uniform. The individual slowly leaned their head right, looking through the scope and following the alien figure's walk, the singular dot in the sight gleaming straight on the back of her head. As whispers followed into mics, communication passing through hidden channels, their finger tucked itself within the trigger guard. A singular word is all it took for chaos to erupt.
The familiar burning would come back to Kalli as her feathers were flake and fall, the rest burnt down to the flesh as a red hot beam flashed, dark burns fell deep into her skin, the crowd pushing and pulling, running and limping, the numbers of those in the street never seemed to decrease however, no matter how many would rush inside buildings or run around corners. "Target is still up, engaging." More laser rounds erupted as the henchmen fired into the crowds, striking down strangers around their alien target whom clutched at her neck. Muttering curses as jackets flailed and people grabbed each other to run out of the way of these sudden laser rounds, Kalli would rush into the crowds, the beams of light burning through the civilians, black, burnt holes following with every trigger pull.
Staggering over a corpse, Kalli lifted her head, looking back at the muzzle flashes that appeared at the balconies and catwalks. Another shot burned through the air, landing right behind her as another body fell with a thud. "Again?" is the only word that she could think to herself, recognizing the uniforms of the individuals from those in the bar that she had assaulted. With all her strength, she lifted up the rifle and quickly began to pull the trigger, the gangsters quickly crouching and going to ground, attempting to avoid the sudden bullets flying at them in response. Another red beam would flash past her, a singular individual holding a rifle with a long barrel and a gleaming scope kept moving through the shadows, calmly reacting to the sudden chaos.
Behind him was a bald man, motioning down the street toward her. Looking down and at the direction the bald individual had been waving to, figures could be seen shoving civilians to the ground and raising their pistols, firing toward Kalli as she stood to observe. With both laser rounds and bullets raining down onto the street, Kalli quickly organized her thoughts and began to move back through the crowd once more, carrying her rifle and firing back at the gangsters that continued to gain ground. "Prime is moving, track her down!" A singular voice yelled over the panic and gunshots, hoarse and old.
"Instigating violence is against the law, drop your weapons or be put to judgement." Stormtrooper armor clacked and clattered, their weapons pointed to the catwalks while a singular light flickered on, the dropship falling from the skies before landing in a hover in front of the catwalk. The gangsters above soon began their retreat, soldiers leaping from the dropship would soon add to the noises of the catwalk and balconies, chasing after them. The gunfire had died down in almost an instant, the gangsters that were not being accused of violence blending into the crowds and moving along with their orders unhindered.
Kalli however would find herself further slowed by the sudden brining about of APCs and stormtroopers as they began to attempt to halt the panic, blocking off streets and demanding citizens to remain calm. Where there was those beating down and arresting, ten more stormtroopers were asking for IDs and escorting people out of the zone. Now there were two troubles for her to avoid, and both easily leading to consquences Kalli would not dare to imagine. Slipping into a crowd pushing their way into a overcrowded apartment lobby, she quickly moved out of the havoc that flooded the streets, moving into a corner while waiting for the chaos to die down. And praying that neither the stormtroopers nor gangsters would suddenly kick down the front door.