05-22-2016, 05:12 PM
“One AK-47 assault rifle with wood furniture, three full clips of seven-point-sixty-two by thirty-nine mill’ rounds. One standard issue military rucksack with desert camouflage pattern, containing various tools and parts I’m not gonna list. A standard issue military combat vest with a roll of duct tape and more tools, a pair of boots with socks, gloves with padded knuckles, and a really neat scarf.”
The trooper sitting behind the caged-in front “desk” with a concrete partition slid the items forward. Aadibah’s arms shot forward, and the keffiyeh was around her head and short-cut hair within a minute of multiple hand arm movements, fingers flitting about to set everything in place.
Tony and the other guard watched for around five minutes as the woman re-assembled herself. First were her socks and boots, laced up tightly, then the vest, then the items of her rucksack before the rucksack itself. The second she reached for her rifle, however, Tony’s hand shot forward and got between the rifle and its clips.
“I’ll be taking these.” His arm swiped them from the table into his other palm, gripping all three. Aadibah rolled her eyes before grabbing her rifle and slinging it.
“Like I would try any shit in here. I’d be-“
“Burnt to a crisp in five seconds. Now come on, the boss is waiting.” The pair turned about, leaving the guard at the desk to lean back into his chair and continue browsing something on his computer’s monitor.
Tony’s eyes flicked back and forth at Aadibah. “Are you some sort of engineer?”
“I’m a mechanic.”
“So you’re not in combat?”
“Never said that.”
“So you’re that kind of engineer.”
“What kind of engineer?”
“Replacing the starter while led is bouncing off the car.”
“Basically.”
There was a long trot down a wide hall with several doors, before the guard and the soldier finally reached a wider opening before a set of double steel doors.
Two guards were having a conversation shorter man with a scar on his face, mentioned something about a bounty.
“Ah, shit. They’re too soon.” Tony’s pace quickened. Aadibah followed close behind.
***
“Sir, I have no idea what you’re talking about. We haven’t received any word of a “falling star”.”
“Ya’ kidding me? About every damn beggar from here to the Town With No Name’s heard about it! And they’ve been talking that the empire wants info.”
“Well, I wasn’t told, and I don’t ca-“
Suddenly a gloved hand rested on the guard’s shoulder, and a man with dark skin stepped forward through the door.
“S-sir! This civilian is making a scene.”
“Let me handle it private.” The trooper stood in front of the short man with the scar on his face, behind him stood a woman with slightly lighter skin tone and dirty military garb and scarf over her head, holding a rifle with no clip.
The trooper with no helmet folded his arms, his left hand gripping three curved magazines. “You say you have information on the star?”
The trooper sitting behind the caged-in front “desk” with a concrete partition slid the items forward. Aadibah’s arms shot forward, and the keffiyeh was around her head and short-cut hair within a minute of multiple hand arm movements, fingers flitting about to set everything in place.
Tony and the other guard watched for around five minutes as the woman re-assembled herself. First were her socks and boots, laced up tightly, then the vest, then the items of her rucksack before the rucksack itself. The second she reached for her rifle, however, Tony’s hand shot forward and got between the rifle and its clips.
“I’ll be taking these.” His arm swiped them from the table into his other palm, gripping all three. Aadibah rolled her eyes before grabbing her rifle and slinging it.
“Like I would try any shit in here. I’d be-“
“Burnt to a crisp in five seconds. Now come on, the boss is waiting.” The pair turned about, leaving the guard at the desk to lean back into his chair and continue browsing something on his computer’s monitor.
Tony’s eyes flicked back and forth at Aadibah. “Are you some sort of engineer?”
“I’m a mechanic.”
“So you’re not in combat?”
“Never said that.”
“So you’re that kind of engineer.”
“What kind of engineer?”
“Replacing the starter while led is bouncing off the car.”
“Basically.”
There was a long trot down a wide hall with several doors, before the guard and the soldier finally reached a wider opening before a set of double steel doors.
Two guards were having a conversation shorter man with a scar on his face, mentioned something about a bounty.
“Ah, shit. They’re too soon.” Tony’s pace quickened. Aadibah followed close behind.
***
“Sir, I have no idea what you’re talking about. We haven’t received any word of a “falling star”.”
“Ya’ kidding me? About every damn beggar from here to the Town With No Name’s heard about it! And they’ve been talking that the empire wants info.”
“Well, I wasn’t told, and I don’t ca-“
Suddenly a gloved hand rested on the guard’s shoulder, and a man with dark skin stepped forward through the door.
“S-sir! This civilian is making a scene.”
“Let me handle it private.” The trooper stood in front of the short man with the scar on his face, behind him stood a woman with slightly lighter skin tone and dirty military garb and scarf over her head, holding a rifle with no clip.
The trooper with no helmet folded his arms, his left hand gripping three curved magazines. “You say you have information on the star?”
Such terror you are facing
Isn't it wonderful?
Isn't it wonderful?