M E A T B A G
Location: Unknown, Last Sighted Above the Palace District.
Mission: Survive
Allies: The Galactic Alliance, Rogue Squadron, BB-24 'Buttercup'
Enemies: The One Sith
Equipment: DL-44 Heavy Blaster Pistol
Wordlessly, I shattered the muted silence blanketing the sundered chamber with a cry of anguish. My body had understood that the danger to my life had passed, and the naturally occurring adrenals within my system began to filter out. As I came down from this almost super-human state, every muscle began to spasm and ache. My eyes had seen that underneath the torn and carbon-seared flight suit, I was mutilated by yet another latticework of freshly carved scars. They would not heal well, and as a dirt covered finger hovered over the seared flesh caused by a blaster bolt that I didn't know had shot me, I began to fear that the pallid skin wouldn't recover at all. Forcibly sucking in a mouthful of air, I started to crawl towards the door, watching as my Droid companion trundled along the floor littered with debris. Trying my best not to laugh at her attempts to move through the recently materialized obstacle course unhindered, I focused on the opened doorway before me.
Reaching out with the only arm that seemed to desire to follow my mind's command, I drew closer to the entranceway and the shattered hallway there after. It seemed the force of my X-wing's rapid descent had penetrated through the empty tenement and burst into another, effectively cutting off my escape to the lower levels. Wonderful. That meant my path would lead me up the nearby steps and along those ever winding flights of stairs - until I had reached one of the levels in this Hab Block that held an exterior garage. Getting to the stairs was going to be half the battle, and the other half would come from actually crawling up each padded step. There wasn't much choice, as the only other option that I had was to sit silently in a room filled with decaying corpses and wait for someone to find me, or move to higher ground and seek out my friends and see if they suffered a better fate than me.
Breathing in another pained lungful of recycled air, I grabbed handfuls of the ash-stained carpet and slowly worked my way towards the stairs. Once before the daunting spectacle, my lips had soured into a frown. I was starting to regret this decision. Shaking the thought from my mind and steeling myself for the agony I was about to inflict, the fingers of my only working hand had grasped onto the textured edge of the tenement's staircase and began to pull my weight up it's serrated slope. I made it up two steps before the agony surging within my angry nerves had demanded that I stop. It wasn't going to be easy, but I had to continue if the great Bard was going to survive to sing another merry tune. No. I doubt that I would have anything to sing about if I made it through this mess. Though, I surmised, such an outcome would depend entirely on what had taken place during this botched Invasion.
"Remind me... to throttle the idiot... who thought it was a good idea... to invade en masse," I said aloud and to no-one in particular.
With my break done and feeling somewhat stronger that before, I began my ascent once again - turning my attention away from the steps as a nervous and annoyed string of binaric cant chirped in the silence behind me. "Oh, that's right," I turned my gaze towards the opening between the stairs and sighed. "Yeah, use one of your cable launchers. See if you can get to a landing and Hotwire us a ride, I'll make my way there... eventually." Groaning as I pulled myself up another step, I turned away from my mechanical companion and focused solely on the task at hand. While it was normal for me to be scatterbrained, it didn't feel appropriate in this scenario. With my mind sharp, I was able to deter the fire in my nervous system from engulfing me whole - something I had picked up after several years of being under that vile woman's lash.
That boon was something I would never, ever thank her for, but as fresh agonies threatened to burst through my ethereal wall of Will, I begrudgingly accepted that I was grateful for what it had done to my weakened form.
When BB-24 had rolled into position and fired one of her Liquid Cable launchers at the platform above, a smile had adorned my lips as I watched her rocket towards the higher levels. However, in the scant seconds that followed her rapid ascent, my ears rang with the sounds of blaster fire, and I felt my heart sink.
"Oh no..."
Mission: Survive
Allies: The Galactic Alliance, Rogue Squadron, BB-24 'Buttercup'
Enemies: The One Sith
Equipment: DL-44 Heavy Blaster Pistol
Wordlessly, I shattered the muted silence blanketing the sundered chamber with a cry of anguish. My body had understood that the danger to my life had passed, and the naturally occurring adrenals within my system began to filter out. As I came down from this almost super-human state, every muscle began to spasm and ache. My eyes had seen that underneath the torn and carbon-seared flight suit, I was mutilated by yet another latticework of freshly carved scars. They would not heal well, and as a dirt covered finger hovered over the seared flesh caused by a blaster bolt that I didn't know had shot me, I began to fear that the pallid skin wouldn't recover at all. Forcibly sucking in a mouthful of air, I started to crawl towards the door, watching as my Droid companion trundled along the floor littered with debris. Trying my best not to laugh at her attempts to move through the recently materialized obstacle course unhindered, I focused on the opened doorway before me.
Reaching out with the only arm that seemed to desire to follow my mind's command, I drew closer to the entranceway and the shattered hallway there after. It seemed the force of my X-wing's rapid descent had penetrated through the empty tenement and burst into another, effectively cutting off my escape to the lower levels. Wonderful. That meant my path would lead me up the nearby steps and along those ever winding flights of stairs - until I had reached one of the levels in this Hab Block that held an exterior garage. Getting to the stairs was going to be half the battle, and the other half would come from actually crawling up each padded step. There wasn't much choice, as the only other option that I had was to sit silently in a room filled with decaying corpses and wait for someone to find me, or move to higher ground and seek out my friends and see if they suffered a better fate than me.
Breathing in another pained lungful of recycled air, I grabbed handfuls of the ash-stained carpet and slowly worked my way towards the stairs. Once before the daunting spectacle, my lips had soured into a frown. I was starting to regret this decision. Shaking the thought from my mind and steeling myself for the agony I was about to inflict, the fingers of my only working hand had grasped onto the textured edge of the tenement's staircase and began to pull my weight up it's serrated slope. I made it up two steps before the agony surging within my angry nerves had demanded that I stop. It wasn't going to be easy, but I had to continue if the great Bard was going to survive to sing another merry tune. No. I doubt that I would have anything to sing about if I made it through this mess. Though, I surmised, such an outcome would depend entirely on what had taken place during this botched Invasion.
"Remind me... to throttle the idiot... who thought it was a good idea... to invade en masse," I said aloud and to no-one in particular.
With my break done and feeling somewhat stronger that before, I began my ascent once again - turning my attention away from the steps as a nervous and annoyed string of binaric cant chirped in the silence behind me. "Oh, that's right," I turned my gaze towards the opening between the stairs and sighed. "Yeah, use one of your cable launchers. See if you can get to a landing and Hotwire us a ride, I'll make my way there... eventually." Groaning as I pulled myself up another step, I turned away from my mechanical companion and focused solely on the task at hand. While it was normal for me to be scatterbrained, it didn't feel appropriate in this scenario. With my mind sharp, I was able to deter the fire in my nervous system from engulfing me whole - something I had picked up after several years of being under that vile woman's lash.
That boon was something I would never, ever thank her for, but as fresh agonies threatened to burst through my ethereal wall of Will, I begrudgingly accepted that I was grateful for what it had done to my weakened form.
When BB-24 had rolled into position and fired one of her Liquid Cable launchers at the platform above, a smile had adorned my lips as I watched her rocket towards the higher levels. However, in the scant seconds that followed her rapid ascent, my ears rang with the sounds of blaster fire, and I felt my heart sink.
"Oh no..."