ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪʀʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏʟᴅᴇɴ ɢᴜɴ
Tag: Leenic Ellsil |
::I'm movin' fast as I can~:: Tayl sighed into the mic as she left cover, Proceeding quickly towards the tower in a low but quick stance.Once she'd arrived at it's base, It was a simply climb up the ladder from there. Just like the simulations, She took it slow as not to bang her armor or rustle her lekku on the ladder, Which had been tossed over her shoulders for the occasion.
The lookout never saw it coming. He had been secured in Tayl's sudden embrace, Cries muffled by the padded elbow of her flight suit, And heart pierced in a single fluid motion as her butterfly knife slipped between his ribs.
They stayed like that for a short while until the lookout's arms dropped loosely at his sides, And Tayl gently set him down slumped up against the low railing.
Then she picked up his rifle from a nearby chair, Sitting in it backwards to brace the rifle as she set up to target the remaining lookout. The fireworks were about to start, And she had the high ground this time.
That was, Until a door opened below.
A rodian gunslinger stepped out of the barracks, Drink in hand and oblivious to his surroundings.
✱B O O M✱
One of Tayl's improvised tripwire mines saw to it that the Rodian was properly fried, Blasting little charred pieces from one side of the building over to the other, Along with one or two others close behind, Who made for a fancy new coat of paint inside.
Tayl glanced away from the scope one wide eye, Catching a glimpse of her handiwork. That gave her target, The final lookout, The split second he needed to lookup and see not only the explosion, But Tayl sitting in the next guard tower over.
His rifle had been raised and Tayl locked in his sights just as quickly as Tayl had refocused.
They both took a deep breath, And squeezed the trigger.
::✱Agh!✱:: Tayl winced as a high power blaster bolt slide across her left bicep, Burning a sleek line across her flightsuit and splashing red plasma against the wall behind her.
She immediately threw herself backward, Landing on her back and discarding the rifle, Instead drawing her pistol and locking the tower entrance in her sights.
::Tower across from me, Bearing 310. Waste 'em:: She spoke through grit teeth into the commlink.
Then she took a quick glance at her wound. Luckily the armorweave had absorbed most of the energy damage, But she could see cauterized skin through her thin flight suit.
Luckily it wasn't her shooting arm, And caused minimal strain regardless.