Post by Murdock Reyes on Sept 4, 2015 23:06:53 GMT -5
Murdock's head killed him as he opened his eyes slowly. His wrists burned fiercely at the sight of his containment, they seemed to be a special kind of metal alloy, but Murdock wasn't sure. What was the last thing he remembered? His head throbbed as he ran down a list of things, damn it was to hard to think. One moment he was leaving a planet for the mid rim, the next he was what seemed to be a prisoner. Who could have done such a thing? Slavers? No, it was far to different from what he remembered it as, besides, the small room he was in wasn't fully packed, as a matter of fact, he was alone. Murdock tilted his head as the realization hit him, why would he be alone? Were they pirates? No, surely they would have done something with him by now otherwise. Then what was it? Murdock couldn't decide as his brain seemed to slam against his skull.
His right hand went up to touch his head to somehow find a way to sooth it, only to pull it back at the feel of liquid. A quick inspection showed Murdock what he was afraid it was, his blood. A small shake of his head accounted for all his head tresses, but what then caused the blood? Had he been cut in his way here somehow? Murdock's attention instantly went to his lightsaber, feeling for it a sigh of disappointment came from him. It was gone, but he should have expected that. Which meant he was weaponless in here, well, not entirely so. He could use the energy around him to find a way free. Murdock shifted so that he could sit up right, the room was a little bright, but nothing he couldn't handle. It seemed it was made out of durasteel, but he knew better, no ship was entirely built out of that, it broke to easy.
Thought swam back and forth for Murdock as he struggled to get to his feet. His black clothes swayed as he moved, Murdock's blood on them as well. The battle had to have really been hell if he looked this bad. As he took a step Murdock nearly fell to the ground from the pain in his leg due to the pressure. What in the? Murdock straightened himself, standing once more, this time leaning against the wall. Murdock began to hobble towards the door across the room, his breathing becoming raspy and shallow with each step. The closer he got to the door, the worse he felt, it was only when he reached the door and he leaned against it with his back he felt a small prick. His brow furrowed as he pushed himself from the wall with as much effort as he could muster, barely moving in the process. Murdock's hands felt along the sides of his back, a small cool object touching his fingertips barely. Murdock became infuriated, contorting himself to get the object, only further hurting himself in the process. His lungs burned, and his vision began to black and fade, but Murdock fought it. Every fiber of his body screamed at him, but he fought it tooth and nail, and it wasn't long before Murdock ripped the metal free crying out in pain in the process. Using the remaining energy he had left, Murdock brought his hands up to get a clear view of the metal object. It was a dart. Murdock swore he was going to die, and with that, he fell to the floor.
A few moments later, Murdock came crashing back to reality and consciousness at the sound of footsteps approaching. His mind didn't think as quickly as he acted, Murdock's body jerked up and found it's way across the room and settling on falling on the floor on the opposite side of the room, Murdock's back against the wall. The footsteps stopping just outside of his door, Murdock's face a perfect mask to hide his panic.
"Well, at least I'll meet my death head on.."
Murdock said to himself softly as he awaited for the next moments to unfold.
His right hand went up to touch his head to somehow find a way to sooth it, only to pull it back at the feel of liquid. A quick inspection showed Murdock what he was afraid it was, his blood. A small shake of his head accounted for all his head tresses, but what then caused the blood? Had he been cut in his way here somehow? Murdock's attention instantly went to his lightsaber, feeling for it a sigh of disappointment came from him. It was gone, but he should have expected that. Which meant he was weaponless in here, well, not entirely so. He could use the energy around him to find a way free. Murdock shifted so that he could sit up right, the room was a little bright, but nothing he couldn't handle. It seemed it was made out of durasteel, but he knew better, no ship was entirely built out of that, it broke to easy.
Thought swam back and forth for Murdock as he struggled to get to his feet. His black clothes swayed as he moved, Murdock's blood on them as well. The battle had to have really been hell if he looked this bad. As he took a step Murdock nearly fell to the ground from the pain in his leg due to the pressure. What in the? Murdock straightened himself, standing once more, this time leaning against the wall. Murdock began to hobble towards the door across the room, his breathing becoming raspy and shallow with each step. The closer he got to the door, the worse he felt, it was only when he reached the door and he leaned against it with his back he felt a small prick. His brow furrowed as he pushed himself from the wall with as much effort as he could muster, barely moving in the process. Murdock's hands felt along the sides of his back, a small cool object touching his fingertips barely. Murdock became infuriated, contorting himself to get the object, only further hurting himself in the process. His lungs burned, and his vision began to black and fade, but Murdock fought it. Every fiber of his body screamed at him, but he fought it tooth and nail, and it wasn't long before Murdock ripped the metal free crying out in pain in the process. Using the remaining energy he had left, Murdock brought his hands up to get a clear view of the metal object. It was a dart. Murdock swore he was going to die, and with that, he fell to the floor.
A few moments later, Murdock came crashing back to reality and consciousness at the sound of footsteps approaching. His mind didn't think as quickly as he acted, Murdock's body jerked up and found it's way across the room and settling on falling on the floor on the opposite side of the room, Murdock's back against the wall. The footsteps stopping just outside of his door, Murdock's face a perfect mask to hide his panic.
"Well, at least I'll meet my death head on.."
Murdock said to himself softly as he awaited for the next moments to unfold.