Scruffy Lookin’ Nerfherder
The Market
@[member="Flint Pherson"] @[member="Inigo Montoya"]
The sudden collision with the ground sent Seth and all the combatants aboard the Skiff flying. He sailed over the bow and hit the permacrete with a painful thud, rolling several times before he came to a stop. Pain suppression genes went into action and Seth rose, his arms and knees covered in scrapes and bruises. He had barely risen when a Hapan charged him. Seth's face went blank and he reached for his pistol, realized he had lost it, and waited calmly for the impending attack.
A blaster bolt screeched out of nowhere and took the Hapan in his left pectoral. The rebel stumbled back a few steps, a look of horror on his face, before he collapsed. Dead. Seth felt a pang. It was so final, death. The end of all things. Regret and sadness filled him as the intense struggle of combat faded. Seth turned to see D twirling his blaster pistol.
"Thanks, but did you have to kill him?" Seth said quietly.
D snorted, "Who said anything about killing him?"
"But-"
"Stun bolt, bub, he'll be down for the count today. We have to get him back up to the fleet for interrogation. And we need to move now, before any of the other hostiles recover from this crash. You and I don't belong here anyway, this is about to turn into an all out firefight and I don't know about you but I ain't exactly packing heat." D moved over and lifted the not-so-dead body by one arm. "Let's get to the SUCO before he leaves without us," D, short for Dent, nodded at the small group of Republic individuals who stood waiting as a gunship came toward them through the atmosphere. "Now are you going to help me with this or what?"
"I-" Shorn felt like an idiot. Stun bolt. Of course, the blue, why hadn't he recognized it? The inner turmoil within him bubbled. He felt the Voice laughing somewhere. He sighed. "Yeah, of course."
Together, the two Republic Intelligence agents carried the body to the small group of people. Dent dropped the body as they arrived and nodded to one of the guards standing by. "Take this man into custody. He's due an interrogation." The guard nodded curtly and took out a set of stun cuffs, moving toward the unconscious Hapan. "Supreme Commander Pherson, I'm Agent Dent, this is Lieutenant Shorn. We'll be coming with you to the fleet."
Shorn stood quietly as Dent talked. The Voice taunted him, whispering about how they would all have to be killed. Seth didn't speak, for fear that the Voice would be his. He simply stood and listened. Until the gunship landed and they all walked aboard.
@[member="Flint Pherson"] @[member="Inigo Montoya"]
The sudden collision with the ground sent Seth and all the combatants aboard the Skiff flying. He sailed over the bow and hit the permacrete with a painful thud, rolling several times before he came to a stop. Pain suppression genes went into action and Seth rose, his arms and knees covered in scrapes and bruises. He had barely risen when a Hapan charged him. Seth's face went blank and he reached for his pistol, realized he had lost it, and waited calmly for the impending attack.
A blaster bolt screeched out of nowhere and took the Hapan in his left pectoral. The rebel stumbled back a few steps, a look of horror on his face, before he collapsed. Dead. Seth felt a pang. It was so final, death. The end of all things. Regret and sadness filled him as the intense struggle of combat faded. Seth turned to see D twirling his blaster pistol.
"Thanks, but did you have to kill him?" Seth said quietly.
D snorted, "Who said anything about killing him?"
"But-"
"Stun bolt, bub, he'll be down for the count today. We have to get him back up to the fleet for interrogation. And we need to move now, before any of the other hostiles recover from this crash. You and I don't belong here anyway, this is about to turn into an all out firefight and I don't know about you but I ain't exactly packing heat." D moved over and lifted the not-so-dead body by one arm. "Let's get to the SUCO before he leaves without us," D, short for Dent, nodded at the small group of Republic individuals who stood waiting as a gunship came toward them through the atmosphere. "Now are you going to help me with this or what?"
"I-" Shorn felt like an idiot. Stun bolt. Of course, the blue, why hadn't he recognized it? The inner turmoil within him bubbled. He felt the Voice laughing somewhere. He sighed. "Yeah, of course."
Together, the two Republic Intelligence agents carried the body to the small group of people. Dent dropped the body as they arrived and nodded to one of the guards standing by. "Take this man into custody. He's due an interrogation." The guard nodded curtly and took out a set of stun cuffs, moving toward the unconscious Hapan. "Supreme Commander Pherson, I'm Agent Dent, this is Lieutenant Shorn. We'll be coming with you to the fleet."
Shorn stood quietly as Dent talked. The Voice taunted him, whispering about how they would all have to be killed. Seth didn't speak, for fear that the Voice would be his. He simply stood and listened. Until the gunship landed and they all walked aboard.