Post by Krowbar on Dec 20, 2013 22:29:44 GMT -5
Blitz stood leaned against the stark white walls of the ship which nearly blended in with his armor as he waited ever so patiently. In other terms, mentally screaming bloody murder while waiting for some most-likely government fat cat to "grace them with his presence". Others in the small band of hired guns considered the opportunity to be paid for standing around a rare privilege. Blitz would have agreed, if the payment covered a chair at the least. This was already his third day on the ship, which was relatively small for packing twenty men into for his taste.
To his employers, the new asset entrailed of documentation, planning, much needed credits, coordination, and image. For Blitz, that boiled down to being instructed to look like a badass at all times, and if someone did initiate opposition, protect his benefactors at all costs. Or simpler yet by his own definition, following someone in a suit and not getting shot, or worse, the poor guy who was going to pay him. For either side it seemed a relatively safe bet that him alone wouldn't pose much of a threat, but this was among few times that he was purposely uninformed of the second party. Half his time here had already been spent gambling, and he was beginning to wonder if he would come out with a profit at any rate.
So there he stood, waiting. He began to wish he could sleep upright like some of those strange critters across the reaches of civilization. After all, no one could see him under the visor. Why they were insistent upon their remaining in these positions so frequently was quite the mystery, one which was crucial to their payment apparently, as he found out rather soon.
He had remained in that position so long it seemed the sight was burned into his skull, so much so he barely noticed the ship that pulled starboard, docking alongside them. It's occupants filed out into the middle of the cargo bay, numbering four lightly armed men, which at this point was more carcasses to loot than it was a security detail, if that was indeed it was meant to be. They were lead by an older, grey haired man in a formal robe who appeared he had spent one too many days in an oven.
Another man from their own ship emerged, and the two conversed over matters Blitz decided to tune out for the time being. Soon enough, the tarps were drawn off of the large crates that lined the bay, filled with what he would only guess to be weapons shipments as three men maneuvered their way through each, checking and cross checking their contents. The two ships remained docked, the other seeming rather dosile compared to the frantic searching across the bridge. The crew apparently felt like being thorough, taking however much time was needed to ensure the precious cargo was secured, aswell as any stray air molecules that squeezed their way out of containment. Seemed like it was time to play the waiting game once again.
His gaze caught the reflection of a distant figure in the adjacent window, making themselves visible for merely a fraction of a second. He turned slowly to the motion, confronted by what he could only describe as a small private army which began to silently envelop the room.
"Drop your weapons and back against the far wall!"
He couldn't make out which one gave the order due to their plated balaclavas, although his fellow mercenaries' reactions were mixed. One of which, who had turned with weapon shouldered seemed to have sparked the chaos. He was barely given time to breathe before blaster fire engulfed the cargo bay, those lucky or fast enough dodging into any nook or ledge nearby. Blitz and several others darted into the side corridor, sprinting past the bunks as they lined themselves along the walls. Thanks to the bottleneck, they were able to continuously gun down any man stupid enough to enter the crossfire while they retreated.
A large explosion rang out from behind them as the wall was carved open by the explosion, merging the cargo bay with the tight corridor. Looks like he finally knew what was in those tanks. He scrambled to his feet as the Kaleesh next to him was rippled with bolts before dropping cold. Blitz managed to work one of the thermal detonators off his belt, lunging it into the open gap with surprising accuracy.
"CATCH THIS, BIITCHES!"
Apparently, someone did catch it, as it came sailing back through the opening with alarming speed. The blast only widened the hole as Blitz and his faceless, nameless new comrade were cornered, although thankfully at a safer distance for now. No wonder they had delayed moving the crates, they were intent on taking the entire ship with it. If the two of them could clear a passage behind them, they may be able to make the leap towards the other ship. One can dream, at least. For the moment, they were pinned and their assailants were quickly bearing down onto them. This one was going to take a miracle, and a creative one at that.
To his employers, the new asset entrailed of documentation, planning, much needed credits, coordination, and image. For Blitz, that boiled down to being instructed to look like a badass at all times, and if someone did initiate opposition, protect his benefactors at all costs. Or simpler yet by his own definition, following someone in a suit and not getting shot, or worse, the poor guy who was going to pay him. For either side it seemed a relatively safe bet that him alone wouldn't pose much of a threat, but this was among few times that he was purposely uninformed of the second party. Half his time here had already been spent gambling, and he was beginning to wonder if he would come out with a profit at any rate.
So there he stood, waiting. He began to wish he could sleep upright like some of those strange critters across the reaches of civilization. After all, no one could see him under the visor. Why they were insistent upon their remaining in these positions so frequently was quite the mystery, one which was crucial to their payment apparently, as he found out rather soon.
He had remained in that position so long it seemed the sight was burned into his skull, so much so he barely noticed the ship that pulled starboard, docking alongside them. It's occupants filed out into the middle of the cargo bay, numbering four lightly armed men, which at this point was more carcasses to loot than it was a security detail, if that was indeed it was meant to be. They were lead by an older, grey haired man in a formal robe who appeared he had spent one too many days in an oven.
Another man from their own ship emerged, and the two conversed over matters Blitz decided to tune out for the time being. Soon enough, the tarps were drawn off of the large crates that lined the bay, filled with what he would only guess to be weapons shipments as three men maneuvered their way through each, checking and cross checking their contents. The two ships remained docked, the other seeming rather dosile compared to the frantic searching across the bridge. The crew apparently felt like being thorough, taking however much time was needed to ensure the precious cargo was secured, aswell as any stray air molecules that squeezed their way out of containment. Seemed like it was time to play the waiting game once again.
His gaze caught the reflection of a distant figure in the adjacent window, making themselves visible for merely a fraction of a second. He turned slowly to the motion, confronted by what he could only describe as a small private army which began to silently envelop the room.
"Drop your weapons and back against the far wall!"
He couldn't make out which one gave the order due to their plated balaclavas, although his fellow mercenaries' reactions were mixed. One of which, who had turned with weapon shouldered seemed to have sparked the chaos. He was barely given time to breathe before blaster fire engulfed the cargo bay, those lucky or fast enough dodging into any nook or ledge nearby. Blitz and several others darted into the side corridor, sprinting past the bunks as they lined themselves along the walls. Thanks to the bottleneck, they were able to continuously gun down any man stupid enough to enter the crossfire while they retreated.
A large explosion rang out from behind them as the wall was carved open by the explosion, merging the cargo bay with the tight corridor. Looks like he finally knew what was in those tanks. He scrambled to his feet as the Kaleesh next to him was rippled with bolts before dropping cold. Blitz managed to work one of the thermal detonators off his belt, lunging it into the open gap with surprising accuracy.
"CATCH THIS, BIITCHES!"
Apparently, someone did catch it, as it came sailing back through the opening with alarming speed. The blast only widened the hole as Blitz and his faceless, nameless new comrade were cornered, although thankfully at a safer distance for now. No wonder they had delayed moving the crates, they were intent on taking the entire ship with it. If the two of them could clear a passage behind them, they may be able to make the leap towards the other ship. One can dream, at least. For the moment, they were pinned and their assailants were quickly bearing down onto them. This one was going to take a miracle, and a creative one at that.