Dish
Bleeding Edge
As the explosions thundered loudly, Dish seemed unphased by the cacophony, it was all just background noise to him now. The clone didn't watch as [member="Kel Novastar"] sprung into action, he couldn't afford to be distracted watching the other fighter constantly, but he did catch glimpses of the boy's assault. He wasn't bad at all, his kills were quick and efficient, and when he took out the shooter who had set his sights on '52, the old soldier actually smiled a bit for the briefest moment.
Quickly pivoting he let off burst after burst of blaster fire, raking the bodies of oncoming slavers, snapping from one to the next without pause. Though his motion tracker indicated that he had hostiles approaching from his right, but he heard their footsteps long before he noticed the blips on his HUD's minimap. Bounding forward he quickly exchanged the blaster rifle for his scattergun and rounded the corner to meet the slavers head on.
The first, a Trandoshan, was thrown back in a spray of blood as the weapon fired off point blank into his chest, caving it inwards. The second jerked to the right violently as the weapon discharged again, blood and brain matter flying as most of the blast impacted his skull. The next two dropped as he fired off individual shells into their chests, and the final one, who the charging Dish was withing arms reach of, met the butt of DG-52's weapon quite literally head-on, his neck snapping with a wet crack as it was smacked to the side.
Without breaking stride he ducked into another alley as slaver hapazardly sprayed with a rotary blaster. Quickly drawing his sidearm Dish fired blindly around the corner hoping to suppress the weequay for but a moment, and in the single instant the fire ceased, Dish rounded the corner and fired a single bolt directly into the scum's forehead. "Let's finish this up and free the captives." Broadcasted the soldier.
[member="Stardust Raxis"]
[member="Zip"]
Quickly pivoting he let off burst after burst of blaster fire, raking the bodies of oncoming slavers, snapping from one to the next without pause. Though his motion tracker indicated that he had hostiles approaching from his right, but he heard their footsteps long before he noticed the blips on his HUD's minimap. Bounding forward he quickly exchanged the blaster rifle for his scattergun and rounded the corner to meet the slavers head on.
The first, a Trandoshan, was thrown back in a spray of blood as the weapon fired off point blank into his chest, caving it inwards. The second jerked to the right violently as the weapon discharged again, blood and brain matter flying as most of the blast impacted his skull. The next two dropped as he fired off individual shells into their chests, and the final one, who the charging Dish was withing arms reach of, met the butt of DG-52's weapon quite literally head-on, his neck snapping with a wet crack as it was smacked to the side.
Without breaking stride he ducked into another alley as slaver hapazardly sprayed with a rotary blaster. Quickly drawing his sidearm Dish fired blindly around the corner hoping to suppress the weequay for but a moment, and in the single instant the fire ceased, Dish rounded the corner and fired a single bolt directly into the scum's forehead. "Let's finish this up and free the captives." Broadcasted the soldier.
[member="Stardust Raxis"]
[member="Zip"]
