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Fromikeable
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Jul 1, 2012 11:55:35 GMT -5
Post by Fromikeable on Jul 1, 2012 11:55:35 GMT -5
Horst took a deep breath as he discovered they were indeed where they had started; nowhere. He could kill her, and she could do the same to him; it was a no-win situation.
The Twi'lek offered a plea, an argument, and lastly an ultimatum. Horst ignored the plea, heeded the argument, and began to think as she demanded he put his revolver down.
"Seems we've reached an impass."
Horst looked around. The dinner was still intact for the most part. Their scuffle had demolished a few pieces of furniture, but ultimately their impact seemed to have been minimal. As for their location, they had luckily migrated away from the windows of the diner, striking up their impass a little bit further towards the back wall. The engineer glanced out the window again, seeing a few of the diner patrons looking on nervously from a distance, and a few other people doing their best to look like one of the crowd.
"We could both die. Right here. Right now."
The engineer's mind raced in it's typical battle fashion, trying to think of some action that wouldn't wind up with him killed. He could jump to the side, out of her line of fire... no, that wouldn't work. Perhaps if he aimed for her hands? His revolver was chambered with .950, it'd rip through her hands and into her ribs, and Horst wasn't about to add "Murder of an RSF Agent" to his record.
This was it, it seemed. He would be leaving this diner in a few moments, and he would be damned if it weren't alive and well or in a body bag.
"Tell me this though, lady. Is it worth it for both of us to buy the farm today?"
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Jul 10, 2012 21:10:57 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Jul 10, 2012 21:10:57 GMT -5
Shakka bit her lip lightly as the situation stayed too tense. The time for negotiation was fast fading. Slowly the Twi’lek Agent’s hand reached to her wrist and pressed a button. It activated the comm. unit and she held the wrist-mounted unit up to her mouth and uttered a few words.
“All agents, move in.”
She pressed the button again and looked Horst in the eye.
“It will all be over in five minutes. You can’t fight all of us. Just surrender now. This is the last time I’ll say that…”
Her finger strayed to the trigger…
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Fromikeable
Keeper Of The Techxts
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Jul 10, 2012 21:38:35 GMT -5
Post by Fromikeable on Jul 10, 2012 21:38:35 GMT -5
Apparently it is. Horst tightened his grip on his revolver as the cop did the same. The next few seconds would determine who would be walking out of this diner, and who would be carried out.
Horst's finger wrapped around the trigger.
And here we go...
His finger didn't move.
.. NOW!
His hand remained motionless.
Fire!
His body simply knelt, devoid of any workings.
"Damnit..." Horst gave it up. He wasn't about to kill an RSF agent, or anybody working for the Republic. He held resent for his government; it was true. How could he not? His battalion nearly wiped out at the hands of some maniac, and he was to blame? The brass didn't care; they never did. But like it or not, he was a citizen- er, a convict of the Republic, and hate it though he might, he loved it as well.
At the end of the day, it wasn't the Empire.
Horst felt a bead of sweat roll down his head. This needed to end. NOW. It was then something caught his eye on the floor. Something shiny. Something...
metal.
The smuggler snapped out his arm at the Livland blaster on the floor in front of him. In the same motion, he eased his raised arm to the right, and squeezed the trigger of his revolver. The shot rang out, and as the smuggler's eyes darted to the floor, he hoped to what forces may be his aim was right and the shot would wiz past the agent's head, only shocking her.
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Jul 12, 2012 15:49:34 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Jul 12, 2012 15:49:34 GMT -5
Shakka, unbeknownst to herself, was force-sensitive. She had rapid reaction times, which were suddenly very useful.
Even before the bullet was exiting the chamber, the Twi'lek threw herself to the ground, squeezing off a shot from her blaster, one that she hoped would hit Horst square in the chest.
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Fromikeable
Keeper Of The Techxts
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Jul 13, 2012 22:38:03 GMT -5
Post by Fromikeable on Jul 13, 2012 22:38:03 GMT -5
Horst's eyes popped as the agent peeled off her own shot. Unfortunately, he was pretty certain by this point that killing him was no longer out of the question.
The smuggler twisted his torso reaching for his own laser gun, and the unintentional fortune quickly became apparent as a bolt of plasma grazed his rib cage. Horst winced, imagining where the bolt would have landed had he remained still. The wound instantly shot of pain through his body, and despite the instinct to halt any movement and check the severity of the potentially lethal shot, Horst's mind was too busy battling. The smuggler's fingers closed around his Livland, and after barely lifting the gun off the ground a few centimeters, Horst squeezed the trigger a few times. He counted 3 shots wizzing at the orange woman's lower body and legs before moving on.
In the same motion, Horst began to turn, hoping to dash out the side door of the diner into the alley they usually kept the trash. Undoubtedly, there were a few RSF grunts jogging down that same alley at this instant, but Horst figured his options were to deal with them or to stay here and continue dancing with this Twi'lek; a fate that spelled doom.
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Jul 14, 2012 16:14:14 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Jul 14, 2012 16:14:14 GMT -5
Shakka’s first action upon hitting the ground was rolling swiftly to cover. It was fortunate she did that, as a trio of blaster bolts came streaking at her. Unfortunately the first one grazed her ankle, which caused a grunt of pain. The other two left little craters in the floor.
As soon as the Twi’lek was behind a fallen table, she peered up over it, and half-looking squeezed the trigger of her blaster as fast as she could, dumping the whole power cell with the knowledge that if he bolted, she couldn’t follow.
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Jul 14, 2012 20:33:55 GMT -5
Post by Fromikeable on Jul 14, 2012 20:33:55 GMT -5
Horst untwisted himself and began striding as fast as he could toward the side door. The smuggler, again owing to his instincts, kept low in his stride, looking like he hobbling with all his might. He checked on his adversary; she had moved, and a few smoking craters on the floor hinted that Horst may have kept his record from dirtying yet.
Suddenly, a bolt whizzed overhead. Then another 2. Horst kept head even lower, moving as fast as he could without toppling over. It seemed this Twi'lek had taken up a position behind an overturned table, and was firing wildly in Horst's direction. The bolts weren't exactly aimed, but the constant scream of them in the general area of Horst's path kept the threat alive.
Horst moved his hands; one to cover his head, an instinctual reaction the death flying by it, and the other, holding his blaster up in the direction of the table. Horst was still in no mood to kill; if he were, he'd be showing the spotty furniture a time and a half with his revolver. Instead, the smuggler emptied his own power pack on the surface, not particularly aiming as he maintained his crouched stride, trying to simply keep her aim bad with a little suppressing fire. The door was only a meter or so away, yet the last of the bolts came dangerously close to hitting him, with one coming within a scary distance of Horst's ribs again.
C'mon, c'mon, a little more!
The smuggler slowed for a moment, getting ready to launch himself at the door.
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Jul 18, 2012 15:42:11 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Jul 18, 2012 15:42:11 GMT -5
Shakka was forced to take cover from the barrage of fire aimed at her, and by the time she peeked up again the fugitive was throwing himself through the open doorway and out into the street.
"Aw hell."
And with that, the skirmish was over. He'd escaped.
This is not going to look good on my record...
The orange Twi'lek sighed and activated her comm link, reporting her status and advising the other agents to pursue. Her part in this was over.
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Jul 18, 2012 22:19:48 GMT -5
Post by Fromikeable on Jul 18, 2012 22:19:48 GMT -5
Horst slammed his body into the door, forcing the bottom hinge to give way and the door itself to swing outward. Stealing a final glance at the now-plasma-ridden table, Horst caught a view of the agent's head beginning to peek over and observe his escape.
Thanks for the fun afternoon.
The smuggler burst into the alley way and looked down one end. Two men in coats were, indeed, swiftly walking in his direction, although they hadn't seemed to have noticed him yet. Horst immediately started going to the other way, doing his best to reload his Livland out of sight from a rear view. Holstering the weapon, he also popped the collar on his jacket, doing his best to conceal his neck and head.
Horst walked quickly, turning out of the alley's end. The police were still arriving, just now setting up "DO NOT CROSS" holo's and herding the crowd back. As the cops pushed the onlookers away, Horst slipped in unnoticed among the chaos, doing his best to look as shocked and amazed as the civilians. The cops failed to notice, with one even shoving Horst backward, and within minutes the fugitive was on the public tram heading towards the city ports.
Another few minutes later, and the Night-Watch was out of Naboo's atmosphere, heading for anywhere but Republic space. At the controls, Horst sat aghast, hoping the control tower would be too slow in it's response to the unscheduled take-off. Punching a few keys on the Navigation Computer, the electronics buzzed for a moment before verifying the route Horst had hurriedly selected.
The smuggler tripled checked his route. The computer again verified it.
Horst rested his hand on the hyperdrive lever, and eased it back.
That day, as all bad days should, disappeared in a stretched view of the stars beyond.
THE END
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