Cybernetic Assassin
Objective: (Laminanium mission: Write through the eyes of an NPC) If a droid kills a gentlebeing, is it murder, or a tragic accident?
Location: Gravlex Med – Old mountain complex.
Darling jogged over to the child and skipped past it to avoid slipping on one of the cups that had fallen on the dust-covered metal floor. He held the blaster out in front of him, stopping in a stable pose for a second while he checked the perimeter. Nothing there. Yet, there were life forms registered in the area. He could just not pinpoint them.
One could wonder why they were there. This was not for Darling. He only knew that they were and they needed not to be. Such were his orders.
Droids follow orders.
He stopped before the T-intersection, standing perfectly still in the middle of the path. Did the blue mistress have his back? No, she was still back there. Ought he f-
CLANK!
A bolt of green energy strafed his metal torso and knocked him off balance. A second shot cracked the corner. Darling took aim again. The target had half cover. He had a 60% chance of missing. Not worth- CLANK! Kark it – Darling took aim and pulled the trigger. The plasma clipped the attacker’s cheek, sending it reeling back.
The droid stepped forward into the intersection, checking his left – Nothing – Then turning right again to aim at the one he had clipped. One more shot, square in the back. Darling turned left and wandered on into the construct.
Getting shot at was such a hazzle. Perhaps it would be better to wait for Mistress Filiae? Nah, he could handle it. He had been shot twice, right? Barely a scratch! Darling limped down the hall with the blaster extended in front of him.
[SIZE=8pt]Hide, hide![/SIZE]
Darling stopped in front of another bend just as a vibroblade crashed into his midsection. The wielded wiggled it out, disrupting the droid from aiming, then chopped into his chest. It would probably hurt, Darling guessed. The situation was negative; switch to melee system.
He dropped the blaster and grappled the one wailing on his chassis. With a pre-programmed motion, he tossed the shape to the left, into the wall. It did not detach from him, therefore his systems concluded that the target was grappling back. Repeat motion. He bashed the Anx into the wall one more time, and another, and another. The brick slowly changed colour, and so did the sound from the knife-faced assailant. Shouts turned from anger, to agony, to a low wheeze.
One more time. The body fell. Self defence protocol: Reset to ranged mode.
He picked up the blaster again.
Location: Gravlex Med – Old mountain complex.
Darling jogged over to the child and skipped past it to avoid slipping on one of the cups that had fallen on the dust-covered metal floor. He held the blaster out in front of him, stopping in a stable pose for a second while he checked the perimeter. Nothing there. Yet, there were life forms registered in the area. He could just not pinpoint them.
One could wonder why they were there. This was not for Darling. He only knew that they were and they needed not to be. Such were his orders.
Droids follow orders.
He stopped before the T-intersection, standing perfectly still in the middle of the path. Did the blue mistress have his back? No, she was still back there. Ought he f-
CLANK!
A bolt of green energy strafed his metal torso and knocked him off balance. A second shot cracked the corner. Darling took aim again. The target had half cover. He had a 60% chance of missing. Not worth- CLANK! Kark it – Darling took aim and pulled the trigger. The plasma clipped the attacker’s cheek, sending it reeling back.
The droid stepped forward into the intersection, checking his left – Nothing – Then turning right again to aim at the one he had clipped. One more shot, square in the back. Darling turned left and wandered on into the construct.
Getting shot at was such a hazzle. Perhaps it would be better to wait for Mistress Filiae? Nah, he could handle it. He had been shot twice, right? Barely a scratch! Darling limped down the hall with the blaster extended in front of him.
[SIZE=8pt]Hide, hide![/SIZE]
Darling stopped in front of another bend just as a vibroblade crashed into his midsection. The wielded wiggled it out, disrupting the droid from aiming, then chopped into his chest. It would probably hurt, Darling guessed. The situation was negative; switch to melee system.
He dropped the blaster and grappled the one wailing on his chassis. With a pre-programmed motion, he tossed the shape to the left, into the wall. It did not detach from him, therefore his systems concluded that the target was grappling back. Repeat motion. He bashed the Anx into the wall one more time, and another, and another. The brick slowly changed colour, and so did the sound from the knife-faced assailant. Shouts turned from anger, to agony, to a low wheeze.
One more time. The body fell. Self defence protocol: Reset to ranged mode.
He picked up the blaster again.