SITREP: FUBAR
Fighting in the Repair Bay, behind enemy lines.
TLDR
Mox is hit by Lily Stevens' superheated slug, depleting his energy shield. Mox takes out two stormtroopers who try to apprehend him, and then scurries away underground to intercept Hal and Lily. |
It was only a matter of time. Troopers were swarming the bay. The situation had completely spiraled out of control.
In fact, he considered himself lucky to have avoided apprehension – or death – for so long. Following his previous bursts of fire, the small Anzellan heaved for air behind the cover of some random crates strewn around the bay. He didn't hit his targets, but at least limited the general visibility in the area by shooting out two light sources on the ceiling. He spat on the ground and sniffed loudly into the air, clutching his rifle close to his heart, yearning desperately for a warm embrace that never came. He was completely alone. The familiar, crawling feeling of fear began to set in, now that he was pinned down, unable to slip or fly away. The inevitable moment had come. Two intimidating Imperial Stormtroopers have tracked him down, advancing fast with their rifles trained on him. – DROP YOUR WEAPON! – They shouted, and so Mox did what they asked. The many gadgets hanging from his belts jangled as he slowly lowered his weapon, placing it gently on the ground. And then…
The deafening whoop of an enormous electric discharge rolled over the bay following the bright green flash of his personal energy shield being brutally fried and depleted. The sniper on the other side of the bay had indeed hit the Anzellan, and the explosive slug completely destroyed Mox's primary protection against blaster fire. The tiny creature was violently flung forward by the impact force, landing and sliding between the two soldiers, who themselves recoiled from the blinding flash. The limp body of the Anzellan rolled a couple of times, then stopped, with his body lying face-down on the cold, hard durasteel floor. Nothing. No movements, no signs of life.
The two troopers exchanged a couple of confused looks and spent the next few seconds piecing together what just happened. Relaxing the grip on their weapons, but staying vigilant, they stepped closer to the motionless body of the assassin. Thud. Thud. Thud. Their steps reverberated within the metal floor, and just as the first trooper knelt down to check on the curious creature below them, something happened.
"Warhogs- Ladybird. I'm aboard. Approaching CIC. Start pressing toward my position at earliest opportunity,"
Years and years of savagely forged skills shone in that moment. What followed looked so absurdly natural, that it almost seemed like a rehearsed dance between the three. The whole thing went down so fast that the finer details have since been lost to time. All the nearby witnesses could report was this; the unassuming assassin's unconscious state was undoubtedly a ruse. Although true, his shield was indeed fried, but his limbs were quick as ever. Mox grabbed a hold of the kneeling trooper's outstretched arm, tugging on it with all he's got, spinning his body upward and quickly finding himself around the trooper's neck. A single, lightning-fast slash with his poisoned stiletto at the frightened soldier's armpit, and he was already moving on. The nimble operative's grappling hook exploded out of its forearm-mounted housing and with a routine flail of his arm he made it wrap around the second Stormtrooper's neck. The fluid sequence of actions performed by the diminutive assassin completely baffled the two troopers, an effect he had been viciously trained to exploit. Mox jumped from the first one's shoulder, reeling himself toward the other, who at this point barely registered what was happening. The Anzellan came to a halt upon the second trooper's shoulder, whose fist barely missed the small creature. He would not get a second chance. Again, with his laser-sharp stiletto Mox stabbed the neck of the trooper. And stabbed. Again, and again, and again, until his entire right arm was drenched in blood. By the time the second trooper collapsed and Mox hopped down from his shoulder, the first trooper had already fallen on his knees, tearing off his helmet and spewing forth his hemorrhaging insides. The emetic poison that he had previously coated his blade with was fast-acting and uncompromising. The soldier will live, but will likely require medical attention for quite a while. His comrade, however, not so much. Mox's radio once again crackled to life. A foreboding feeling washed over Mox.
"Warhogs- Ladybird. I've got company..."
Deeming it needless to shed further blood, Mox simply picked up his blaster rifle from the ground, and with a puff of his jetpack decided to retreat underground, since he was no longer protected by a wall of energy. The Imperial Commander's bolts whizzed by him as he descended, almost ending his life then and there. The tiny creature slid down the narrow hole he had erupted from before, smashing a fist into the big red button on the wall to close each section barrier behind him as he made his way toward the prize of the Imperials. The Imperial Star Destroyer, just ahead. He clicked the commlink in his ear to report back on the Warhogs' channel. – Somebody help Ladybird! – His utterance interrupted by gasps after each syllable. – I believe… – He coughed twice. – I believe they want Star Destroyer. I believe they … want to take it. Making my way to cut them, off… underground.
Mox ran along the ducts, toward the Star Destroyer, continuing to close each barrier behind him, should a stray grenade find its way down the vents, or anything. He could not be too careful, now that he was without an energy shield...