08-13-2016, 12:10 PM
Carmelita frowned as the red and black murderer from the beach began advancing on her swords drawn. Karl Jak had made his opinion on the situation clear with his little speech.
She’d had all of a few minutes to check the vault, and judging from the key in Karl Jak’s hands she had one hope of opening it. Of course, this wasn’t going to be easy.
“So you think that all that matters is Omni’s entertainment, Mr Jak?” she crossed her arms, hands tucked beneath her yellow jacket. “That just because he doesn’t stop you from doing wrong, doesn’t fix your mistakes, it justifies your actions?”
Carmelita took a few steps to one side, her eyes flitting from the mercenary, to the executive and to the swordsman.
“That’s a view I’m not going to try to change.”
There was a momentary pause, and the three men looked at her with various levels of confusion. She smiled grimly.
“But perhaps he’d enjoy a cop drama!”
With that, she whipped out her shock pistol, fully charged and ready to go. Deadpool came at her, faster than she had expected, but consequently received the full blast of electricity to the face. Her shock pistol did its work, temporarily depriving the mercenary of his senses, and she thumbed her collar, her cloak blurring into existence as she ducked a wild swing from the mercenary as he cried out.
“No! I can’t go blind! Daredevil will sue!”
She moved away from the vault door and into the rest of the room. A fairly large office space extended out, computer banks whirring idly in the far corner. Desks and cubicles sat at intervals down the walls, and at the far end stood a large hatstand, a bowler hat and a greatcoat resting on it from some past worker.
The swordsman followed her, keeping his eyes fixed on her location and ignoring the mercenary’s flailing.
“Look, Inspector Fox, I appreciate what you’re trying to do, but there’s a big difference between tracking down someone in Coruscant and apprehending a prime like Karl.”
Carmelita paused.
“Hiro Protagonist? The hacker?”
Hiro nodded.
“I thought you were a good guy. Think fast.”
“Wha-?”
Carmelita grabbed the paint bucket she’d put in the door of one of the cubicles and threw it at Hiro. In a flash, the swordsman whipped his katana from his sheathe, slicing through the projectile and neatly letting the halves fly either side of him. What didn’t miss was the gloopy raw Omnilium ore she’d carried all the way from the mines, and the iridescent sludge covered Hiro’s face.
As Carmelita dived into one of the cubicles to get her out of Karl Jak’s sight, she knew that the only way she was getting out of here was after swiping the documents from Karl Jak’s hands once he’d opened the Vault. Until the opportunity arose, she had to survive against the two skilled swordsmen.
The sound of Hiro scraping the goop of his goggles and Deadpool regaining his sight signalled that the challenge had only just begun.
She’d had all of a few minutes to check the vault, and judging from the key in Karl Jak’s hands she had one hope of opening it. Of course, this wasn’t going to be easy.
“So you think that all that matters is Omni’s entertainment, Mr Jak?” she crossed her arms, hands tucked beneath her yellow jacket. “That just because he doesn’t stop you from doing wrong, doesn’t fix your mistakes, it justifies your actions?”
Carmelita took a few steps to one side, her eyes flitting from the mercenary, to the executive and to the swordsman.
“That’s a view I’m not going to try to change.”
There was a momentary pause, and the three men looked at her with various levels of confusion. She smiled grimly.
“But perhaps he’d enjoy a cop drama!”
With that, she whipped out her shock pistol, fully charged and ready to go. Deadpool came at her, faster than she had expected, but consequently received the full blast of electricity to the face. Her shock pistol did its work, temporarily depriving the mercenary of his senses, and she thumbed her collar, her cloak blurring into existence as she ducked a wild swing from the mercenary as he cried out.
“No! I can’t go blind! Daredevil will sue!”
She moved away from the vault door and into the rest of the room. A fairly large office space extended out, computer banks whirring idly in the far corner. Desks and cubicles sat at intervals down the walls, and at the far end stood a large hatstand, a bowler hat and a greatcoat resting on it from some past worker.
The swordsman followed her, keeping his eyes fixed on her location and ignoring the mercenary’s flailing.
“Look, Inspector Fox, I appreciate what you’re trying to do, but there’s a big difference between tracking down someone in Coruscant and apprehending a prime like Karl.”
Carmelita paused.
“Hiro Protagonist? The hacker?”
Hiro nodded.
“I thought you were a good guy. Think fast.”
“Wha-?”
Carmelita grabbed the paint bucket she’d put in the door of one of the cubicles and threw it at Hiro. In a flash, the swordsman whipped his katana from his sheathe, slicing through the projectile and neatly letting the halves fly either side of him. What didn’t miss was the gloopy raw Omnilium ore she’d carried all the way from the mines, and the iridescent sludge covered Hiro’s face.
As Carmelita dived into one of the cubicles to get her out of Karl Jak’s sight, she knew that the only way she was getting out of here was after swiping the documents from Karl Jak’s hands once he’d opened the Vault. Until the opportunity arose, she had to survive against the two skilled swordsmen.
The sound of Hiro scraping the goop of his goggles and Deadpool regaining his sight signalled that the challenge had only just begun.