07-16-2017, 10:11 PM
Welp. Seventeen thought as Trixie ducked the errant swing, toppled her opponent, and proceeded to electrocute/vampire-eat him. Don’t fuck with this lady, that’s for sure.
As the corpse wilted like a flower under the desert sun, the remaining inmates dropped down and rushed the pair of Imperial soldiers. Pivoting, Seventeen shouldered the fancy assault rifle and force-fed a few bolts into the gut and face of three bellowing prisoners. They seemed like pretty bad dudes, so he doubted anyone but their mommas were going to shed tears if word of their death every spread beyond these ransacked prison walls.
Two of the inmates got close enough that they managed to get their hands on the cybernetic warrior. With the assault rifle negated, Seventeen resorted to good ole fashioned fisticuffs. A swift chop to the next staggered his first assailant, and with that hand free, he turned and wrapped it around the neck of the woman trying to claw into his neck. “Take it from me,” he said as he squeezed his grip. “This life of crime was never going to work out, dahling.” A beat later, Seventeen snapped the woman’s neck and dropped her to the floor.
Nearby, Trixie had skewered two people with her lightsaber and left them to suffer and die on the floor of the prison. Craning her neck to see her companion, she acknowledged his ‘dirty work’ with a nod of her head before dipping to recover her helmet. The courtyard was clear.
“This is Staff Sergeant Zulenka. The courtyard at Cuatro is secure. Repeat, courtyard secure.”
Seventeen had secured his helmet just in time to hear the response on the other end: “We hear you, Staff Sergeant. We will be inbound in fifteen minutes.”
The machine-hybrid switch the squad line right after the transmission ended. “Don’t we have a target? He’ll be long gone if we wait here for the guys in the sky.”
Trixie nodded her head as she slipped her lightsaber back onto her belt and checked the condition of her rifle. “On my six.” She barked as she started toward the north end of the courtyard. “Section 6 should be nearby.”
With his noncom in the lead, Seventeen trailed her through the steel door and down a network of corridors. Following the path given to them by the dead worker, they threw themselves through a pair of steel doors just in time to find themselves in a cafeteria. Above their heads, the artificial lights of Coruscant shined through, but the whirr of machinery up there in the open air was certainly not the stormtroopers making an early appearance.
Ten yards away, a pair of individuals in salvaged stormtrooper armor were hooking some convicts into what appeared to be a safety harness. Seventeen and Trixie watched as the first one was pulled up too safety, but before the other one could start his ascent to freedom, they put half a dozen holes through his chest.
“Freeze, assholes!” Seventeen barked as the group of eight convicts turned to confront the twosome.
“Stand-down!” Trixie spoke, her voice reflecting someone with a little more of the proper social conditioning of an Imperial agent. “Surrender yourselves and you may be able to return to your cells where you belong.”
At the front of the crowd, a young woman in a patchwork suit of armor stolen from the guards stepped forth. She extended both of her hands, and it was then that Seventeen saw the little metal tubes that bore a striking resemblance to Tri—
Bzzt!
The pair of lightsabers crackled to life.
“Kill the Empire’s attack dogs!” The leader of the convicts screamed.
“That’s our target, ain’t it?” Seventeen whispered over the comm.
“I wasn’t expecting a jedi,” Trixie muttered as she shouldered her gun and opened fire on their attackers.
As the corpse wilted like a flower under the desert sun, the remaining inmates dropped down and rushed the pair of Imperial soldiers. Pivoting, Seventeen shouldered the fancy assault rifle and force-fed a few bolts into the gut and face of three bellowing prisoners. They seemed like pretty bad dudes, so he doubted anyone but their mommas were going to shed tears if word of their death every spread beyond these ransacked prison walls.
Two of the inmates got close enough that they managed to get their hands on the cybernetic warrior. With the assault rifle negated, Seventeen resorted to good ole fashioned fisticuffs. A swift chop to the next staggered his first assailant, and with that hand free, he turned and wrapped it around the neck of the woman trying to claw into his neck. “Take it from me,” he said as he squeezed his grip. “This life of crime was never going to work out, dahling.” A beat later, Seventeen snapped the woman’s neck and dropped her to the floor.
Nearby, Trixie had skewered two people with her lightsaber and left them to suffer and die on the floor of the prison. Craning her neck to see her companion, she acknowledged his ‘dirty work’ with a nod of her head before dipping to recover her helmet. The courtyard was clear.
“This is Staff Sergeant Zulenka. The courtyard at Cuatro is secure. Repeat, courtyard secure.”
Seventeen had secured his helmet just in time to hear the response on the other end: “We hear you, Staff Sergeant. We will be inbound in fifteen minutes.”
The machine-hybrid switch the squad line right after the transmission ended. “Don’t we have a target? He’ll be long gone if we wait here for the guys in the sky.”
Trixie nodded her head as she slipped her lightsaber back onto her belt and checked the condition of her rifle. “On my six.” She barked as she started toward the north end of the courtyard. “Section 6 should be nearby.”
With his noncom in the lead, Seventeen trailed her through the steel door and down a network of corridors. Following the path given to them by the dead worker, they threw themselves through a pair of steel doors just in time to find themselves in a cafeteria. Above their heads, the artificial lights of Coruscant shined through, but the whirr of machinery up there in the open air was certainly not the stormtroopers making an early appearance.
Ten yards away, a pair of individuals in salvaged stormtrooper armor were hooking some convicts into what appeared to be a safety harness. Seventeen and Trixie watched as the first one was pulled up too safety, but before the other one could start his ascent to freedom, they put half a dozen holes through his chest.
“Freeze, assholes!” Seventeen barked as the group of eight convicts turned to confront the twosome.
“Stand-down!” Trixie spoke, her voice reflecting someone with a little more of the proper social conditioning of an Imperial agent. “Surrender yourselves and you may be able to return to your cells where you belong.”
At the front of the crowd, a young woman in a patchwork suit of armor stolen from the guards stepped forth. She extended both of her hands, and it was then that Seventeen saw the little metal tubes that bore a striking resemblance to Tri—
Bzzt!
The pair of lightsabers crackled to life.
“Kill the Empire’s attack dogs!” The leader of the convicts screamed.
“That’s our target, ain’t it?” Seventeen whispered over the comm.
“I wasn’t expecting a jedi,” Trixie muttered as she shouldered her gun and opened fire on their attackers.