Post by Squee on Jul 15, 2010 19:19:29 GMT -5
“Fall back! Get outta here!” the roar came from a crouched creature in black. A hilt protruded off over one shoulder, tribally decorated with a string of beads hanging off the end. She paused, balancing on bent legs and looked up behind her. “Damn! We didn’t sign up for this crap. Triggs! The hell are you!?”
“Sergeant! We need to go! It’s too heavy!”
“We shouldn’t be running,” the creature snarled to herself. She turned back forward and sprang, launching her full body length over the ground. All fours and at full retreat down the hall, within seconds she caught sight was what was left of alpha team. Two people, both up-runners, and not as fast as her. “We shouldn’t have to run.”
“There’s a lot of things that shouldn’t have here, Sergeant,” panted the green twi’lek.
“Liu, Brayner, stop!” the sergeant suddenly cried, urgently, abruptly stopping. Her eyes widened as a door flew from its place and smacked into the twi’lek, crushing him into the wall. The human, Brayner, stopped just beyond the crushed Liu and turned, raising a rifle to his shoulder. Dark shadows filtered out of the doorway, “No! Brayner, run!”
“Sergeant, I can’t –“
“Run dammit!” the Sergeant stood and reached behind her for her sword. A soft hiss punctured the air as red light consumed the hall. Blaster bolts were shot from Brayner’s rifle and they were deflected away. The sergeant’s lip curled and ears slicked back close to her head, and she growled something ferocious that the smaller of the two shadows took a step back. She swung forward with the sword and it contacted the red blade, and the cathar leaned closer to the light and its heat to stare her enemy in the eye. “And you and I can play, ol’ balls-o’-yarn.”
Her cauterized gashes hurt. Cersa moved her cheek, feeling a solid grating against her cheekbone. She was laying on one of them. On her arm. With a small groan Cersa rolled onto her stomach. She splayed her fingers on the solid surface beneath her. It was better than floating. It was why she hated space so much, and the training she had to go through about zero gravity. There wasn’t good control. The slightest movement could send one spinning out of control.
She moved her palms across the surface… and heard the sound of metal scraping softly close to her ear. Eyelids shot open and Cersa lifted her cheek from the solid… ground. She raised her head higher and studied her hand. A cusp was clamped around her wrists and to those cusps were… rectangular squares interlinked with one another!
“What is this?” she whispered to no one. She sat up onto her knees, lifted her hands, studied the chains. “What is this?” These weren’t here the last time she was conscious. Why was she even here? Alive? Why was she even alive? She figured the dark siders would kill her by now. What was she still doing ALIVE? For the matter, what was she doing ALIVE and CHAINED?
Cersa pushed her arm slowly before her, and realized she still had slack on her chains. What were her parameters? She moved to get up, but her thigh twitched and couldn’t lift her weight and she ended back down on her knee. Looking down, Cersa saw the long vertical gash on her thigh, blackened. Cauterized. Hmph. The cathar woman switched legs and got up. She took only three half steps before the slack was gone, but Cersa could lean forward and get further still.
Where was she now?
“Who’s there?” she called out. “Someone’s gotta be cuz I didn’t end up here all by myself. And I sure as hell didn’t chain myself neither. Whoever you are, you show your worthless face.” Cersa backed up, giving herself slack with the chains, peering around her half-lit surroundings. She could see better than most in the dim lighting, and she hoped that no one would come bearing a great, big shining light.
Whoever was going to come out, Cersa guaranteed that it would not be a friendly.
“Sergeant! We need to go! It’s too heavy!”
“We shouldn’t be running,” the creature snarled to herself. She turned back forward and sprang, launching her full body length over the ground. All fours and at full retreat down the hall, within seconds she caught sight was what was left of alpha team. Two people, both up-runners, and not as fast as her. “We shouldn’t have to run.”
“There’s a lot of things that shouldn’t have here, Sergeant,” panted the green twi’lek.
“Liu, Brayner, stop!” the sergeant suddenly cried, urgently, abruptly stopping. Her eyes widened as a door flew from its place and smacked into the twi’lek, crushing him into the wall. The human, Brayner, stopped just beyond the crushed Liu and turned, raising a rifle to his shoulder. Dark shadows filtered out of the doorway, “No! Brayner, run!”
“Sergeant, I can’t –“
“Run dammit!” the Sergeant stood and reached behind her for her sword. A soft hiss punctured the air as red light consumed the hall. Blaster bolts were shot from Brayner’s rifle and they were deflected away. The sergeant’s lip curled and ears slicked back close to her head, and she growled something ferocious that the smaller of the two shadows took a step back. She swung forward with the sword and it contacted the red blade, and the cathar leaned closer to the light and its heat to stare her enemy in the eye. “And you and I can play, ol’ balls-o’-yarn.”
Her cauterized gashes hurt. Cersa moved her cheek, feeling a solid grating against her cheekbone. She was laying on one of them. On her arm. With a small groan Cersa rolled onto her stomach. She splayed her fingers on the solid surface beneath her. It was better than floating. It was why she hated space so much, and the training she had to go through about zero gravity. There wasn’t good control. The slightest movement could send one spinning out of control.
She moved her palms across the surface… and heard the sound of metal scraping softly close to her ear. Eyelids shot open and Cersa lifted her cheek from the solid… ground. She raised her head higher and studied her hand. A cusp was clamped around her wrists and to those cusps were… rectangular squares interlinked with one another!
“What is this?” she whispered to no one. She sat up onto her knees, lifted her hands, studied the chains. “What is this?” These weren’t here the last time she was conscious. Why was she even here? Alive? Why was she even alive? She figured the dark siders would kill her by now. What was she still doing ALIVE? For the matter, what was she doing ALIVE and CHAINED?
Cersa pushed her arm slowly before her, and realized she still had slack on her chains. What were her parameters? She moved to get up, but her thigh twitched and couldn’t lift her weight and she ended back down on her knee. Looking down, Cersa saw the long vertical gash on her thigh, blackened. Cauterized. Hmph. The cathar woman switched legs and got up. She took only three half steps before the slack was gone, but Cersa could lean forward and get further still.
Where was she now?
“Who’s there?” she called out. “Someone’s gotta be cuz I didn’t end up here all by myself. And I sure as hell didn’t chain myself neither. Whoever you are, you show your worthless face.” Cersa backed up, giving herself slack with the chains, peering around her half-lit surroundings. She could see better than most in the dim lighting, and she hoped that no one would come bearing a great, big shining light.
Whoever was going to come out, Cersa guaranteed that it would not be a friendly.