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 Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2008 4:04 am
With his attention at his front more than his backside, and the fact that this was simply a tourist vessel they were invading, the taller alien was not aware when the gun was grabbed from his shoulder until it was too late. He turned, swiping at the gun as it slipped from his grasp, but missing, and yelling violently at Locke in an unknown language.
The other had been more in-tune with his environment, and tapped the communicator attached to his ear. Apparently, wherever they came from still worked on frequency channels to disallow the government from tapping in. He pointed at Locke, and in the heat of it all forgot to set off the language block the invaders used, making it simply gibberish.
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2008 4:15 am
Even if Locke couldn't understand a bloody word the duo were saying, he was glad to realise the gun was a familiar make to him: A Trillian 2Y Photon Assault Cannon, made by the mysterious Black corperations. Not something he was used to using but threatening enough. Alright. He had them. Now what on earth did he do with them? He had no rope, no binding of any sort and he couldn't just leave them there...
"Alright, both of you, hand behind your head." He tried to bark, almost wincing at how weak his voice sounded to his ears. Expecting them to comply, Locke glanced once more at the door he'd tried to open before. A quick shot of the gun set the doorhandle sizzling and opening slowly. Keeping his eye and gun on the aliens, Locke glanced into the room and spied the ensuite. It had a different lock. If he disengaged it...
"In here. Now." Even if he couldn't be understood, the handsignals he gave were pretty damn clear.
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2008 4:18 am
The pair could understand him perfectly, the jammer only worked the other way around. Growling, but weaponless, they appeared to comply, raising both hands up and tucking them behind their heads.
Slowly, they made their way towards the hold, but after the first one entered and took a backwards glance over his shoulder, the other--the originally owner of the gun, made a lunging grasp toward his weapon, hoping to get the boy by surprise.
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2008 4:26 am
It couldn't be that easy. Really it couldn't. They wern't yelling at him, defying him and they didn't appear frightened, so that really only left one option; they were plotting. He'd have to keep his guard up around them, keep the saftey off and -
The red-skinned alien lunged and Locke reacted out of instinct, rather than the sense his mother so often claimed he lacked. The saftey was off, he jumped back and the gun fired, hitting the alien square in the neck. He knew the guy would drop - perhaps not die but at least drop - so Locke turned the weapon on the other alien. Oh gods, he wasn't good at this.
"You going to try something too?" He asked. His voice didn't wobble, he was pleased to note. He'd check if the other was dead and finish him off if not.
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2008 4:37 am
The man already in the room simply snarled, lowering his hands to his sides, but not making any motions of resistance.
The other invader lay stock still on the ground, the shock to his neck enough to kill the nerve endings in his spine. He died instantly, so it wasn't so bad.
Only now, of course, did the emergency alarm go off, its siren accompanying the red tinge of the light.
"This is your Captain speaking. All passengers please proceed to the escape pods in a calm and orderly manner. This is not a drill. I repeat, all passengers please proceed to the escape pods."
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2008 4:55 am
Keeping his gun trained on the other invader, Locke nudged the dead one a little. No twitches, no breathing. He was dead enough in Locke's opinion and with the threat reduced to one, he pushed the other invader towards the ensuite. It was one of those safety bathrooms, the sort which could be opened from the outside in case something happened. This was exactly what Locke had hoped for. The alien was pushed inside after a moment or two of tampering with the lock and the door slid closed. Locke then used his gun on the electrical cables behind the locking panel, affectively jamming the door shut with the alien inside.
The loudspeaker crackled into life and Locke scowled up at it. Alright, so the alien would go down with the ship, so what. It wasn't his direct doing, after all. Their fault for invading.
It was time to get moving. He ducked out the door and sprinted towards his room, jiggling the handle open and ducking inside. No way in hell he was evacuating without at least some of his stuff. Who knew what backwater planet they might end up on?
Oh, how right Locke would find himself to be.
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2008 8:19 pm
"Well uh." Jaye had just started babbling non-stop, trying to try and draw attention away from his huge mistake. The manager was starting to look a little murderous. Jaye cringed. "Ohhaylook. Documents~! I bet these are real important and stuff, right? That makes you important~!" Jaye forced a huge smile as he carefully plucked a few important looking documents from the pile. He didn't know if they actually meant anything. They just had red stamps of some kind on them. That always meant srsbsns, right?
It was at that moment, when Jaye was waving about the manager's documents, when the ship gave it's first lurch, sending a one Jaye de'Medici faceplanting into a one Peter Dowey. Well. This was a little awkward. Jaye was beginning to curse his rune a little; the Dowey chap didn't look awkward at all, if you catch the drift. He had started mumbling something about 'giving Mr. de'Medici a ralliraptor' when Jaye decided it was time to go.
Pushing himself away from the mess, he unconsciously tucked the documents away in his coat pocket. The manager seemed to have finally sprung to life, slamming buttons of all sorts and glaring at different screens. With more wobbling, and the smack of another button, red lights replaced the normal ones. It did seem a little fitting. Red did always mean srsbsns after all. Jaye sighed. "Look, if you do find that ralliraptor-" Mr. Dowey was about to interject, but Jaye had had enough.
The pretty boy huffed out of the office, trudging his way towards the escape pods. He really just hoped they didn't mess up his hair. The last ones he'd been in had had this awful venting system and- ...Jaye froze. There was this big ugly red dude blocking the door of his escape pod. Or rather, for some reason, he was pawing at the entryway. Well! Jaye de'Medici's escape pods were private, thankyouverymuch! No ugly red dudes! Jaye 'ahem'd loudly, waiting for the guy to turn around.
It was then that Jaye noticed he was armed. Fortunately for Jaye, the big red ugly guy wasn't all that bright (or at least, not all that lucky) and had decided to engage in a glaring contest. Jaye giggled to himself and secretly worked his Charm skill into his eyes. Within a couple interesting minutes, there was a puddle of ugly-red-guy on the floor, with a very scary looking gun on top of it. In disgust, Jaye stepped over the puddle and icky looking gun to key in the password for the escape pod. Good thing he'd planned for things like this~! <3
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