[member="Jorus Merrill"] & [member="Chloe Blake"]
Clank, another step forward; clank, his knees shook, from the weight or fear he could not tell; clank. Each stride of the diminutive creature was followed by the sound of the relatively massive weapon he carried striking the metal floor. Leaning on the weapon he let out a little sigh. It was heavy, but if he reached Jorus with it, it would all be worth it. As he caught his breath he heard a sound off in the distance. Quickly he composed himself and listened with his large floppy ears. Footsteps from something large, though everything was large to him, was approaching him.
Miktik nudged himself into an alcove and with immense effort and care slowly lowered the massive weapon onto debris that had been scattered about steadying it. He looked down the barrel and saw the massive shadow of a figure coming toward him with an uneven gait. It was massive, its bulk barely able to move through the small access corridor. Miktik could hear its approach, and held his breath. The sound of air being taken in and blown out by the creature echoed down the corridor.
Taking aim Miktik let loose the concussion round in one of the weapons mighty barrels. Miktik was pushed back by the weapons mighty recoil and nearly fell over barely able to keep standing. There was a flash of light as the round struck the target and for a brief second Miktik could see the hideous creature. He took a deep breath and steadied the weapon once more. The creature had caught his scent, or seen him, or sensed him. The incendiary round was the next to fly, striking the beast and lighting it on fire. Through the light he could see it clearly, a Terentatek if the stories were to be believed.
Dropping the encumbering weapon Miktik pulled one of the blaster pistols from his side, hands shaking throughout. It was comical in a sad way, the small furry creature holding onto the pistol meant for the hands of a larger being. He looked like a child holding onto his father’s gun. “Jorus,” he yelled into the darkness firing the weapon the creature descending upon him. The first shot struck its shoulder, the second its chest while the third harmlessly hit the bulkhead. The fourth shot landed at the creatures feet carbon scoring the ground and the fifth slashed a deep gash into its knee.
The large cumbersome creature let out a pained roar before succumbing to its wounds. Its still burning corpse fell mere inches away from Miktik as the Kushiban Mechanic continued to fire bolt after bolt into it only stopping when all movement had ceased. “Jorus,” he called again, “I’ve been delayed, but I’m still coming for you…” he needed to find a computer console and get into the database, or maybe find cells. Emotion over took him and he choked back a mournful whimper. He walked back to the large fallen weapon and gave it a once over before hefting it up and moving down the hall. He hadn’t made it far before hearing more sounds behind him. “Stupid…” he said to himself. “Of course all that noise would bring more… things…” There was a door, forced ajar, and he slowly slipped into the closet it provided.
Through the light of the burning Terentatek he could see the pale hunched figures approaching. “Oh great…” he said ducking into the alcove, “Plural this time…” Rakghoul investigating the burning remains. There was no time to load the big gun so instead he prepared the blaster, setting it to rest on a barrel that once contained… cleaning fluid?
Miktik stopped and looked at the mess that surrounded him, at one point it had been a janitorial supply closet? He looked around. No, it was an mechanics supply closet. Made sense him still being so close to the hanger bay.
Dexterous hands quickly started to fumble around the supplies. He had an idea. Yes, if there was time he could do this. Miktik took out his trusty Sonic Servodriver and got to work on the dusty old half complete mouse droid. There was industrial adhesive which, careful not to get on his fur he applied to the top of the droid. Smiling he stuck one of the grenades on the tacky wet substance before splashing on another chemical to make it set quickly (Super glue and zip kicker baby). Then he worked on the containers. With his knife he cut two jugs making something of an hourglass out of it and placed a liquid and a solid on either end. He suspending it in a barrel filled with fuel and stuffed packing foam into it. The foam melted created a gel. For his final creation he took a hot plate and started to render several chemicals together… he found some string and a carboard tube and sealed it with adhesive making a wick…
“This will work…” he said aloud before sending the mousedroid off by remote. It approached the hoard of Rakghoul who curiously surrounded the device staring at the blinking red light on the device just before it ignited. After the Grenade exploded Miktik lit the fuse on his tube and rolled the canister out. With a mighty kick he set the gallon jug rolling down the hallway until hitting one of the corpses thrown about. The Rakghoul noticed him now and howled. “Oh C’mon!” Miktik yelled as the barrel just sat there. He looked at the wick and frowned picking up Jorus’s giant gun and starting down the hallway, pistol in hand. “It’s now or never…”
The solids and liquid met melting the hourglass and acting as a catalyst just in time. As the creatures approached the barrel blew up sending fire everywhere… “Area denial…” the little creature said watching as the creatures refused to walk through the burning debris scattered by the napalm. He took a deep breath and started to lug the giant gun across the ground again, attempting to put as much ground between him and the Rakghoul as possible. He hadn’t made it far when his tubes fuse finally ran out. Smoke leaked from the vessel and started to cover the hall. Yes, he had made his escape… but for how long? The fire would die, the smoke would clear, and there was still many more hallways and god knows how many more creatures.
“Jorus,” he foolishly called again. “Please let me find you…”
