Olan Teff
Freebooter
[member="Reno Jendir"] [member="Vassara Raxis"] [member="Harli Hayes"] @La'kuus Quelin
Everything seemed to slow down after the explosion for Olan, the smoke turning the once big, clear bar into a misty haze of smoke. Music started to play at the back of his mind as he watched the room slowly light up in a hail of blaster bolts of varying colors, sparks of flame from the muzzles of slug throwers. It was a veritable lightshow to him. Then everything sped back up. Giving a small tug on Harli, trying to get her down from the fire if she had been still in the way, and motioning towards the exit out with his free hand. The one Rass had mentioned.
"Take care, La! Keep in touch! And I suggest getting out of here!" He shouted over the din of combat and began to quickly make his way towards the back of the room, Reno sticking close. Olans right hand going into his jacket to pull out his blaster and begin to fire into the cloudy mess towards the last spot he saw the Suit's. Only barely making it near the doorway when he noticed Reno had been hit. Stopping midway from the door he began to give what covering fire he could for his newfound allies.
The heavy blaster pistol recoiled sharply in his hands several times, the bright green bolts flying into the smoke-hitting someone, as a loud grunt and scream responded out of the mess of others suffering the same fate. A sudden sharp jolt to his right side and a searing pain was all he felt for a few moments. Putting his left hand over where he felt the pain, he could feel something oily through the gloves he wore. It was dark. It was his blood.
Biting back the pain he continued to fire, hoping his allies would get out in time before they ended up more worse for the wear.
Everything seemed to slow down after the explosion for Olan, the smoke turning the once big, clear bar into a misty haze of smoke. Music started to play at the back of his mind as he watched the room slowly light up in a hail of blaster bolts of varying colors, sparks of flame from the muzzles of slug throwers. It was a veritable lightshow to him. Then everything sped back up. Giving a small tug on Harli, trying to get her down from the fire if she had been still in the way, and motioning towards the exit out with his free hand. The one Rass had mentioned.
"Take care, La! Keep in touch! And I suggest getting out of here!" He shouted over the din of combat and began to quickly make his way towards the back of the room, Reno sticking close. Olans right hand going into his jacket to pull out his blaster and begin to fire into the cloudy mess towards the last spot he saw the Suit's. Only barely making it near the doorway when he noticed Reno had been hit. Stopping midway from the door he began to give what covering fire he could for his newfound allies.
The heavy blaster pistol recoiled sharply in his hands several times, the bright green bolts flying into the smoke-hitting someone, as a loud grunt and scream responded out of the mess of others suffering the same fate. A sudden sharp jolt to his right side and a searing pain was all he felt for a few moments. Putting his left hand over where he felt the pain, he could feel something oily through the gloves he wore. It was dark. It was his blood.
Biting back the pain he continued to fire, hoping his allies would get out in time before they ended up more worse for the wear.