12-04-2015, 08:47 AM
Scope scared down the barrel of his rifle at the corpse that was, just a few short minutes ago, Connor Hound. In just a few minutes it would be nothing but a mass of Omnilium, fading away into the ether. And then it would be nothing but a memory until he woke up back at the Fountain of Infinity, if he still held Omni's interest. "These damn Primes...treating death like such a light thing." In a burst of anger, three more shots rang out, burning another series of holes in Connor's body.
"Whoa, whoa, Scope, easy there!" His spotter jogged swiftly up and clapped a hand on his shoulder. "Just let it go. No sense taking it out on something that won't even feel the anger, man."
"...yeah." Slowly the marksman's rifle lowered, and a deep breath was hissed out. "It's over now, anyway."
"Not quite over just yet, gentlemen." The voice of Corporal Anderson rang in the comm of both troopers, drawing their helmeted gaze to the sky where the transport ship was hovering in place. "We've got our other runaway to contend with."
"Roger that, sir. Taking him back into custo—"
"Negative." Anderson's voice cut like a knife and stopped Scope and his partner in their tracks.
"Sir?"
"If he'd just been snatched up and taken along for the ride, he might have gotten off easier. But he chose to fight back and got more of my men injured in that damn chase. Light him up."
"...understood, sir." Without missing a beat, Scope's partner drew his sidearm in one fluid motion, and three quick shots burned matching holes in the burlap doll's figure, snuffing out whatever life kept him animated. "Not like death is much of a hindrance to Primes, anyway."
"Whoa, whoa, Scope, easy there!" His spotter jogged swiftly up and clapped a hand on his shoulder. "Just let it go. No sense taking it out on something that won't even feel the anger, man."
"...yeah." Slowly the marksman's rifle lowered, and a deep breath was hissed out. "It's over now, anyway."
"Not quite over just yet, gentlemen." The voice of Corporal Anderson rang in the comm of both troopers, drawing their helmeted gaze to the sky where the transport ship was hovering in place. "We've got our other runaway to contend with."
"Roger that, sir. Taking him back into custo—"
"Negative." Anderson's voice cut like a knife and stopped Scope and his partner in their tracks.
"Sir?"
"If he'd just been snatched up and taken along for the ride, he might have gotten off easier. But he chose to fight back and got more of my men injured in that damn chase. Light him up."
"...understood, sir." Without missing a beat, Scope's partner drew his sidearm in one fluid motion, and three quick shots burned matching holes in the burlap doll's figure, snuffing out whatever life kept him animated. "Not like death is much of a hindrance to Primes, anyway."