10-31-2015, 11:17 PM
Keep it together dammit! You'll be fine! Do it!
Wincing in pain as he flexed his legs, Adam took off, his body flying through the air, limbs flailing around the place with all the grace of a drunken orangutan, managing to land on one of the less battered platforms perfectly. Well, if by perfectly you mean head-first into a TIE fighter’s wing and gripping on for dear life.
“Just don’t look down and you’ll be okay…”, Adam reassured himself, clumsily clambering over the panel. Falling onto the roof of the vehicle with a grunt and narrowly dodging another hail of gunfire, Adam pulled himself back onto his feet.
Instinctively reaching for his crutch-rifle, he he came to a sudden realization. He could actually move!
Wait… did I just?… I did, didn’t I? Holy shit… I can walk again. I CAN FUCKING MOVE PROPERLY AGAIN! HELL YES!
Unfortunately, his squee of delight and shock was cut short by the crackle of a beam bouncing off the vehicle's hull. Staring down, Adam found a half-melted bolter and burnt, figure on the platform below, glaring at him and taking aim with a pistol.
Whatever was left of the Heir of Time’s grin quickly faded as ol’ rusty opened its mouth. “That there? You shouldn’t have done that, boy. You really shouldn’t have.”
Nope, not going back down there. Nope. Not at all. Several varieties of screw that. No chance in hell. Fuck that noise, I’m out. Should never have let that fucking clown drag me here.
Trying to hide himself on the vehicle’s wing and shakily bringing his rifle to bare, Adam held his breath, trying to line up its sights with the behemoth's leg. Blast the thing out from under him, laugh as the moron collapses under its own weight, and live to see at least another few minutes. Simple. All he had to do was keep the fucker place for a few moments and try not to get shot.
”Three…”
”Two…”
Right, there, right in kneecaps. He'll be down in no ti- Oh fuck... Oh fuck no… Something like that does not jump that high. No. Not on my watch.
Letting out an audible whimper, Adam curled his finger around his rifle’s trigger.
”ONE!”
With a crack and a flash of light, Tartaros was knocked back onto his knees, the white-hot beam of energy passing through his leg. His muscles seizing up in pain, the marine could only stare and seethe as Adam snickered, crawling into the TIE fighter.
The boy gripped the controls tightly, barely able to contain his excitement as the machine soared around the arena. Grinning maniacally, he clamped his finger down on a bright red button, spewing forth a torrent of glowing red beams, much to the delight of the cheering crowds above. Damn it felt good.
“Now, to deal with buckethead…”, Adam muttered to himself as he buzzed around the air.
Grunting in pain, Tartaros tried to force himself back onto his feet. As his legs stumbled forwards, his ankle shuddered and bled, but it didn’t matter. He had to keep moving. He had to, or he was already dead.
With bursts of blaster fire raining down from above, the soldier limped as fast as he could, simply tossing himself over each platform. Glancing up towards the fighter racing across the arena, he noticed a second fighter, floating over the edge of the arena. Well, at least now he had a fighting chance…
Bounding across the platforms, trying to shrug off the volleys of laser launched by the overly-excited Adam, the marine finally reached the end of the line. Practically throwing himself off of the ground and into the air with his good leg, and grabbing onto the TIE fighter’s hull, Tartaros clambered inside and launched the vehicle into the air.
As the twin ion engines of the aircraft humming gently as they glided through the air, the contestants turned to face each other. With they began to charge towards each-other. Adam was first to fire, launching a blast of laser cannon-fire into his foe’s engines, setting them aflame.
The boy smiled in triumph and began to turn for a second run, hearing the breaking of glass. As the flaming fighter of his enemy passed by, a flaming ironclad figure came flying through its pod window, launching shards of glass in all directions, and aiming squarely Adam-ward.
”WHAT THE FUCK?!”
Wincing in pain as he flexed his legs, Adam took off, his body flying through the air, limbs flailing around the place with all the grace of a drunken orangutan, managing to land on one of the less battered platforms perfectly. Well, if by perfectly you mean head-first into a TIE fighter’s wing and gripping on for dear life.
“Just don’t look down and you’ll be okay…”, Adam reassured himself, clumsily clambering over the panel. Falling onto the roof of the vehicle with a grunt and narrowly dodging another hail of gunfire, Adam pulled himself back onto his feet.
Instinctively reaching for his crutch-rifle, he he came to a sudden realization. He could actually move!
Wait… did I just?… I did, didn’t I? Holy shit… I can walk again. I CAN FUCKING MOVE PROPERLY AGAIN! HELL YES!
Unfortunately, his squee of delight and shock was cut short by the crackle of a beam bouncing off the vehicle's hull. Staring down, Adam found a half-melted bolter and burnt, figure on the platform below, glaring at him and taking aim with a pistol.
Whatever was left of the Heir of Time’s grin quickly faded as ol’ rusty opened its mouth. “That there? You shouldn’t have done that, boy. You really shouldn’t have.”
Nope, not going back down there. Nope. Not at all. Several varieties of screw that. No chance in hell. Fuck that noise, I’m out. Should never have let that fucking clown drag me here.
Trying to hide himself on the vehicle’s wing and shakily bringing his rifle to bare, Adam held his breath, trying to line up its sights with the behemoth's leg. Blast the thing out from under him, laugh as the moron collapses under its own weight, and live to see at least another few minutes. Simple. All he had to do was keep the fucker place for a few moments and try not to get shot.
”Three…”
”Two…”
Right, there, right in kneecaps. He'll be down in no ti- Oh fuck... Oh fuck no… Something like that does not jump that high. No. Not on my watch.
Letting out an audible whimper, Adam curled his finger around his rifle’s trigger.
”ONE!”
With a crack and a flash of light, Tartaros was knocked back onto his knees, the white-hot beam of energy passing through his leg. His muscles seizing up in pain, the marine could only stare and seethe as Adam snickered, crawling into the TIE fighter.
The boy gripped the controls tightly, barely able to contain his excitement as the machine soared around the arena. Grinning maniacally, he clamped his finger down on a bright red button, spewing forth a torrent of glowing red beams, much to the delight of the cheering crowds above. Damn it felt good.
“Now, to deal with buckethead…”, Adam muttered to himself as he buzzed around the air.
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Grunting in pain, Tartaros tried to force himself back onto his feet. As his legs stumbled forwards, his ankle shuddered and bled, but it didn’t matter. He had to keep moving. He had to, or he was already dead.
With bursts of blaster fire raining down from above, the soldier limped as fast as he could, simply tossing himself over each platform. Glancing up towards the fighter racing across the arena, he noticed a second fighter, floating over the edge of the arena. Well, at least now he had a fighting chance…
Bounding across the platforms, trying to shrug off the volleys of laser launched by the overly-excited Adam, the marine finally reached the end of the line. Practically throwing himself off of the ground and into the air with his good leg, and grabbing onto the TIE fighter’s hull, Tartaros clambered inside and launched the vehicle into the air.
-----
As the twin ion engines of the aircraft humming gently as they glided through the air, the contestants turned to face each other. With they began to charge towards each-other. Adam was first to fire, launching a blast of laser cannon-fire into his foe’s engines, setting them aflame.
The boy smiled in triumph and began to turn for a second run, hearing the breaking of glass. As the flaming fighter of his enemy passed by, a flaming ironclad figure came flying through its pod window, launching shards of glass in all directions, and aiming squarely Adam-ward.
”WHAT THE FUCK?!”
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