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Post by Charlie Willow on Mar 13, 2015 13:20:59 GMT -5
Charlie cracked the slightest smile, and it remained through the whole countdown. On 'one', she held her breath, and didn't exhale until she'd swung inside behind Silas. On the exhale, she fired two quick shots at her target on the right, only the first of which even looked like it hit anywhere meaningful. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," Seemed like her potty mouth got a little worse under pressure.
By the time she managed to fire a third to imitate Silas, her heartbeat was out of control, and she could only hope that it would hit somewhere fatal.
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Post by The Tired God on Mar 13, 2015 21:26:49 GMT -5
Five . . . four . . . three . . . two . . . one . . .
Whoosh!! went the door, and out from it poured two scientists, armed with guns. "Shi--!" started the only mercenary facing the door, who was reaching for her gun the moment she saw the white lab coats the two were wearing. It wasn't fast enough. Her body continued to move with the effort, but it slumped across the bench as a cauterized, sizzling wound sealed the shocked expression on her face for all eternity, leaving a trail of smoke from the new hole in her forehead.
Silas' male target, whose back was towards her, yelped in pain as a bolt tore through the side of his face, and then went silent as a second pierced the back of his neck, lighting a small fire inside his throat, a fire that would go out once the rush of blood swarmed it.
Charlie hit on her first shot, clipping the arm of her target, but her second was too far to the right, and he was starting to get up and ready his sidearm. Her third shot saved her life, or possibly Silas', as the man already had his gun drawn and was aiming down its sights to fire upon them, if it weren't for the fact that a wild, lucky shot blow through his nose, killing him dead.
Meanwhile on Cate's end, as she approached the station she received a message on open communications, rather than a personal hailing. "Knight-Class T-22 Paragon, please state your reason for return trajectory." The voice sounded stressed and suspicious, and for good reason.
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Post by Silas Sedgewick on Mar 13, 2015 21:28:27 GMT -5
At the end of it all, Silas was down in a crouch, preparing herself for the merc to return fire. Thankfully, they were all downed immediately, but she still needed a moment to catch her breath. It was a long moment before she spoke, looking at Charlie to try and gauge her reaction. "You okay?" she asked, a dumb question but a necessary one.
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Post by Cate Baxter on Mar 13, 2015 21:46:37 GMT -5
"It's real funny actually." Cate leaned on the intercom with a grin. "Turns out we had this here tablet that was supposed to be signed off on by your lead science guy. I guess we were a bit forgetful in our exit. Oops." Her amusement edged out some of the sincerity from her tone as she spoke. "If you could jus' open up the door over here I'll be in an' out quick as can be. Really. My bad. I feel jus' awful about it all t' be honest. Silas is always on my case about how forgetful I am an' here I go jus' forgettin' the most important thing."
At this point she leaned back, flicking on the video feed as she got comfy in her seat. "I mean really. What kinda pilot just goes an' forgets her two crew members on a station. It's-- it's so dumb really. I just... I can't believe it. I'm really frustrated with myself. Though since they're armed an' on there with you I'm sure I'm not near so frustrated as you are." She pulls Jack onto her lap, puppeting the stuffed dog to point at the camera before speaking in a squeaky voice. "I don't suppose I can interest you in a surrender?"
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