Fight The System

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[member="Salem Norongachi"]

What a name this guy had, Noronagchi? What was he? A porn star? He laughed to himself. With his Zealot rifle shouldered, and his mind set, it was time to put the System's master down for the count, and how did you do that? Stay the fuck away from the force user, that's how. You use a slug thrower to pierce his heart, and leave it at that. Of course, nothing was ever so easy, and that was okay/ Sometimes though, you had to kick em' in the genitals, make em' scream mommy!
Jerrick was on top of a small hut building on some System planet he could care less for the name of, with that rifle watching the fields before him, waiting for his target to show his face. "I like big guns, and I can not lie, all you other mercs cant deny." He song in his helmet, which was muted so no one would hear him. The hut had straw laid on top of it, and had Jerrick under the straw in a prone position. The gun was not on safety, just because you never know when something wants to try to stick it to you from behind with a lightsaber.

"Come out, come out little porno man, allow me to show you this canon of death to you." He whispered to himself. His HUD was dealing him information that the Galactic Empire had from way back then. He had to connect it to the Fringe's servers just because that was where the great Empire was now. "I dont get it...they tried to steal a man's tea, and when all hope was gone, they joined the bastards." He shook his head. His body laid utterly still. His HUD told him it was early morning. He may have to wait all day just to see this man's face.
Though this was better then jumping out of a drop ship, thousands of feet in the air, with no parachute. He shuttered. Why did they always do that? The Czars were insane at best for all the crap they tried to pull. They were the best though, the best warriors, soldiers, warlords, they were kings of the battlefield. Jerrick planed to keep it that way.

 

[Salem Norongachi]

The issue, the real issue, with Force Users was that their gaze stretched far. Salem Norongachi's gaze....stretched further than most and so when he'd received word of a potential security breach at the secure location on this unnamed world in Authority space. It took minutes to trace its source. He knew each of his guards signature within the Force, he knew how many of them there were and given the secluded nature of this small, modest, country retreat there was little in the way of sentient life for miles around to confuse or daze his honed ethereal eye.

As the interloper had moved, so had he. He was a soldier, trained since his first breath, to move quickly and quietly when the need arose. He leaned against the hut, bored, at how simple it had been to slip in behind the sniper. The helm of his armour whispered a message on the encrypted channel his detail used and he shook his head. There was quite a lot to be said for having professional marksmen who also happened to be Masters of the Force guarding you...

"Are you here to fix my plumbing?" He called out.

[member="Shado CZ MK 001"]

 

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Jerrick looked at the message on his HUD, and was quite ready to laugh. He turned the mute off his mic. and spoke out. "I dont role that way sir, but if you have problems with the toilet, I know a guy." He said as he checked the HUD again. He was right next to the hut? Well that was unexpected. He shrugged off the hay, and peeked over the hut. "Boo. So, you're the System's head man? Last I saw..it was CIS. What changed? Bad janitors? They never do their jobs right. Hmm..." He said as he fiddled with something on his side. Jerrick had faced masters before, they didnt back a punch like he had thought they would. Force Users relied on the force too much, and that was the true problem here.

"I have a surprise for you, can you guess what this thing in my hand is? It's round, shiny, and goes boom." He said as he gently rolled the thermal off the side of the hut, and rolled off the opposite side of the hut. He landed in a run, and shot off in a sprint hitting twenty miles an hours, waiting for the grenade to go off. "Enjoy your surprise! It'll be a real bang!" He said as he ran away from the hut.

[member="Salem Norongachi"]

 

[Salem Norongachi]

Ho-hum. Was all he could think as the thermal detonator landed lightly in his hand and he slid back the activation switch with his thumb. He threw it over his shoulder as he rounded the side of the hut. The shiny metal ball, with more wit than his apparent assassin, landing harmlessly in the grass somewhere.

"You've never done this before, have you?" He called out to [member="Shado CZ MK 001"], clearly the man had watched a few too many holo-flicks before taking it upon himself to be the bad ass soldier type, complete with shiny armour and action movie quips. Still, it was a nice day at least and he had time to kill.

 

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Armor piercing rounds, they did marvels. He dropped down fifty yards from the hut, and aimed down his scope, taking shots in the general area that the System's leader had been at. But there was no boom, no bang. He shook his head, "Damn it, you cant just do that! That was your gift! I dont love you no more! I want a divorce!" He yelled at the man, firing again, and again at the hut, utterly destroying the hut with each round fired. He took his trigger hand, and picked up another thermal this time, keeping the thing active for a few seconds before throwing it with his amazing strength. It would land dead in the middle of the destroyed hut, whether, or not he had ever hit the man with his shots, or whether the grenade would hurt the man, he also didnt know.

He would then proceed to speak more smack. "Have another gift! I take you back! So...are you dead yet? Can I go home, and I dont know maybe have a cold one, or go kill another head who thinks he is something special for some pornographic reason? I swear you look like you've shot a few videos, and I may, or may not have watched them." He talked way to much, but he never cared for it. He continued to empty his clip in the man's general direction. Popping out the clip, and then reloaded.

[member="Salem Norongachi"]

 

[Salem Norongachi]

The hut had exploded spectacularly but as had previously been mentioned, Salem had moved away. Occasionally the bullet zipped past his head and he silently tallied up the failure of each shot and made a note to ask his assassin to stay behind after class. Still, he had a set of lungs on him. If he spent as much time on the practice range as he did spouting crap he might actually hit something more than a stationary target. Even at that, he felt the need to subdue the TERRIFYING HUT with another thermal detonator.

It exploded in a brilliant display of pyrotechnics but Norongachi was already gone. The Force rippled across muscle, bone, ligament and tendon, propelling him beyond mortal barriers. His senses flared and he adjusted his footing mid-step, moving a fraction to the side as a bullet zipped toward him. A hand snapped out, writhing strands of mental power flowing out into the world, seeking their target like an impossible hydra, ready to ensnare and snap the assassin in half.

 

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"Stop moving!" He yelled out at the man. Each shot missing just barely, and now realizing the man had left the hut. Being prone had helped apparently with the man's eyesight, but the damn force always got in the way of soldiers trying to do their jobs, or well...in this case, Jerrick just wanting to kill a man. He adjusted his aim, and wondered, if the man was dodging his bullets, just barely, why couldnt he pin point the super soldier? He laid absolutely still, taking small breaths, calming his heart down, and watching the guy walk. Was he walking towards him? He couldn't tell.

Suddenly things began to grab him, and slung him upwards not releasing it's grip. It was a force attack, trying to snap him in half, or something. The thing was, lifting eight hundred pounds made physically stronger then this man probably. Resisting the man's mind powers though, that was a different story. He gritted his teeth, using all his strength to push against the man's force snapping voodoo crap. Through gritted teeth, he yelled out, "Gonna have...to do...better then this...." The struggle was real enough, and he was doing his very best to fight against being broken. Quick thinking though beckoned quick actions. Jerrick used the strength of his back to fight agaist being snapped, while using his hands to lob all his grenandes, three in fact, each thermal, in the man's direction, all active. [member="Salem Norongachi"]