They arrived at a crossroads, and suddenly the running ground to a halt. Grigori was checking something on his HS Multirole Device. It looked like a map, presumably of the shipyards. A blinking waypoint indicated their location. "Why are we stopping?" Derrenger demanded.
"I am not wanting us to get lost," Grigori said, fiddling with the touch screen in an effort to get a better picture of where they were. Their route kept changing, probably because an entire chunk of the station was now flooded with flames and practically impossible to traverse. If they had known the shipyards were about to blow up, they would have just done a tactical spacewalk and skipped all this running. But they hadn't known that. And when someone in the Helix Syndicate doesn't know something, it means they're about to get fired.
Probably out of an airlock.
Dozens of hapless travelers and civilians were running past them, looking for escape. "We can't just stand here!" Derrenger hissed at Grigori.
"I am aware of this, now, just giving me several more seconds..."
Three shots rang out. Grigori didn't bother to look, but Derrenger did. One of the Ganks had just gunned down some technicians. The screams started up anew and the mass of people suddenly lurched and pulled away from the stationary gang. So much for the anonymity of the crowd and chaos. "Grigori..."
"One moment, I said!"
An Iron Imperial soldier rounded the corner, armor scorched but still functional. He took one look at the additional carnage and, apparently ready to defend the fleeing citizenry, leveled his gun on the group. Derrenger was faster, however, and a quick shot from the bowcaster caught the Iron Imperial in the chest, flinging him down the hallway. "Why is everyone shooting?" Grigori muttered, "As if not hard enough to work this thing..."
"There's more coming," Derrenger hissed, although this time he was talking to the Ganks and the Herglic.
Bareesh Kajidic | Nadir | Aster Rose Baelor
Edited by Helix Syndicate, 31 January 2018 - 01:23 PM.