Post by Ghostly on Apr 1, 2023 4:30:03 GMT
Even with his fingers around her neck, the Silwin was kicking and fighting - not just for her life, but trying to fuck him up as best as her little limbs could. She reminded Lukan of himself back when he was just a pup. Mad as thunder and never willing to back down from the challenge - the bullies. "You've got no quit in you, huh kiddo?" He chuckled. "Mad respect, supernova."
That's when he heard the cowboy, his stupid drawl and clicking of the hammer. Lobo? Riiiight... Humans had all kinds of words for his kind. According to the ones he'd met, Lykaians looked like a species back on their origin world - only when Lukan looked them up on the extranet, all he could find were pictures of howling, scrawny beasts on all fours, trapped on wildlife preserves and exhibits. Apparently they'd all died off hundreds of years ago - these ones were clones, genetic mutants raised from the dead.
"Drop the girl? I'm not half as stupid as you think, cowboy." He turned, and pulled Isre against his chest. She'd be a shitty meatshield, but at least now he could try and get some leverage on the gunslinger. "Trying to play hero, you wanna save her life? How about you toss me that gun and I'll walk us all out. This ship's fucked anyway, you really wanna stay here and die?"
~ ~ ~
Callum nearly screamed in pain, but the plasma blade by his neck kept him from moving too far. Slowly, he pulled his finger out of the trigger-guard and looked over at Laurel. "Alright, you wanna know why you? I picked up a travel manifest back on Ellix, saw who might be on this ship and said - hey, that's a pretty diverse bunch, they'll get the job done. The boss is always looking for types we ain't found before..." Callum's eyes drifted over to Gypsum's lifeless corpse. "Look, if you're trying to get out of here, I get it. How about we-"
His eyes widened and a fearful flinch took hold as Grim pointed the pistol at his head. "No! Wait, please-"
A beautiful red mist filled the air and shot jets of crimson in a picturesque arc, staining Laurel's face. Callum staggered for a moment, the exit wound had torn away his eyepatch - where beneath a single yellow glowing eye laid hidden. His eyes met Laurel's once more before his whole body fell back against the deck.
"C-Callum?! You fucking bastards!" Foster cried out, and weakly lifted his assault rifle towards the pair of wetworkers. BANG!
His head jolted back, clanging against the wall behind him before he fell back forwards - blood dripped steady and slow from the cracked viewport.
~ ~ ~
Sygan tried dodging back to avoid the wild strikes of the nanoblade, but with the man still in his arms it was a moot point. The blade connected across the right side of his face - slicing down from his temple to his eye, a last flinch helped him save it. "Agh, you motherfuck-!" Sygan began before he saw the stungun aimed straight for his face. The stones on this guy... a major league move.
He tried closing his eyes, but it didn't matter. The dart found purchase in this right eye, an arc of electricity shot through his head and implants - even his septum sparked. The cyborg released his hold on John and began thrashing, trying to pull his head away from the stun gun, throwing around his arms to hopefully rip the cord free. Finally he managed to tear the dart from his eye, leaving a bloody, pulpy mess behind.
"You! You sonuvabitch!" He threw himself at John like an animal, his massive right hand clamped around John's face and pulled him back like a shotput. "I've only got eight things 'ganic left in me, and you just fucking ruined one of 'em!" He slammed John forward into the hull, trying to punch his hand clean through the back of John's head, leaving a bowling ball sized dent in the hallway wall. He recoiled his arm and slammed him again, and again, and again until the light's in John's vision dimmed and unconsciousness found him.
~ ~ ~
Kaz pushed his pistol back into it's holster. It had been a lucky shot - he wouldn't brag, but he wouldn't dismiss any compliments either. For better or worse, they'd wasted all the pirates who'd tried to storm the cargo hold. "Not bad work, makes a guy wonder where you picked that up." He shot Laurel a look of respect, then looked at Grim. "I would've kept him alive a tad longer myself, but I can't argue with someone who appreciates expediency the way I do."
His ears caught the banging, as would the others if they listened. These guys were only the start of their problems.
~ ~ ~
Sygan climbed back into the tunnel drilled in through the bunkroom and handed off the unconscious cyborg. "Hmm." He looked at the airlock, it was empty aside from the pair of guards holding the line - he was the first back despite the drawn out fight, not a good sign. "Take this one to the cells, I'll be back with more."
~ ~ ~
Voraan seemed to be closer to the bridge than anywhere technical, and as he came out into the hall he found the ship surprisingly clean as well as advanced. A long hall laid out in front of his with locked bulkheads, save the doors to the bridge that seemed unlocked. Before he could move too far, a blue light washed over him - a scanner from a nearby surveillance camera.
"Look at this, I'm guessing pirate? You look the type, plus you crawled through the sewage line so that tells me a lot - real glad I installed those disinfectant nozzles." A woman's voice came over the PA. "What was the plan, Calico Jack? Gonna take this whole ship on your own? Gonna fly it home alone too?"
That's when he heard the cowboy, his stupid drawl and clicking of the hammer. Lobo? Riiiight... Humans had all kinds of words for his kind. According to the ones he'd met, Lykaians looked like a species back on their origin world - only when Lukan looked them up on the extranet, all he could find were pictures of howling, scrawny beasts on all fours, trapped on wildlife preserves and exhibits. Apparently they'd all died off hundreds of years ago - these ones were clones, genetic mutants raised from the dead.
"Drop the girl? I'm not half as stupid as you think, cowboy." He turned, and pulled Isre against his chest. She'd be a shitty meatshield, but at least now he could try and get some leverage on the gunslinger. "Trying to play hero, you wanna save her life? How about you toss me that gun and I'll walk us all out. This ship's fucked anyway, you really wanna stay here and die?"
~ ~ ~
Callum nearly screamed in pain, but the plasma blade by his neck kept him from moving too far. Slowly, he pulled his finger out of the trigger-guard and looked over at Laurel. "Alright, you wanna know why you? I picked up a travel manifest back on Ellix, saw who might be on this ship and said - hey, that's a pretty diverse bunch, they'll get the job done. The boss is always looking for types we ain't found before..." Callum's eyes drifted over to Gypsum's lifeless corpse. "Look, if you're trying to get out of here, I get it. How about we-"
His eyes widened and a fearful flinch took hold as Grim pointed the pistol at his head. "No! Wait, please-"
A beautiful red mist filled the air and shot jets of crimson in a picturesque arc, staining Laurel's face. Callum staggered for a moment, the exit wound had torn away his eyepatch - where beneath a single yellow glowing eye laid hidden. His eyes met Laurel's once more before his whole body fell back against the deck.
"C-Callum?! You fucking bastards!" Foster cried out, and weakly lifted his assault rifle towards the pair of wetworkers. BANG!
His head jolted back, clanging against the wall behind him before he fell back forwards - blood dripped steady and slow from the cracked viewport.
~ ~ ~
Sygan tried dodging back to avoid the wild strikes of the nanoblade, but with the man still in his arms it was a moot point. The blade connected across the right side of his face - slicing down from his temple to his eye, a last flinch helped him save it. "Agh, you motherfuck-!" Sygan began before he saw the stungun aimed straight for his face. The stones on this guy... a major league move.
He tried closing his eyes, but it didn't matter. The dart found purchase in this right eye, an arc of electricity shot through his head and implants - even his septum sparked. The cyborg released his hold on John and began thrashing, trying to pull his head away from the stun gun, throwing around his arms to hopefully rip the cord free. Finally he managed to tear the dart from his eye, leaving a bloody, pulpy mess behind.
"You! You sonuvabitch!" He threw himself at John like an animal, his massive right hand clamped around John's face and pulled him back like a shotput. "I've only got eight things 'ganic left in me, and you just fucking ruined one of 'em!" He slammed John forward into the hull, trying to punch his hand clean through the back of John's head, leaving a bowling ball sized dent in the hallway wall. He recoiled his arm and slammed him again, and again, and again until the light's in John's vision dimmed and unconsciousness found him.
~ ~ ~
Kaz pushed his pistol back into it's holster. It had been a lucky shot - he wouldn't brag, but he wouldn't dismiss any compliments either. For better or worse, they'd wasted all the pirates who'd tried to storm the cargo hold. "Not bad work, makes a guy wonder where you picked that up." He shot Laurel a look of respect, then looked at Grim. "I would've kept him alive a tad longer myself, but I can't argue with someone who appreciates expediency the way I do."
His ears caught the banging, as would the others if they listened. These guys were only the start of their problems.
~ ~ ~
Sygan climbed back into the tunnel drilled in through the bunkroom and handed off the unconscious cyborg. "Hmm." He looked at the airlock, it was empty aside from the pair of guards holding the line - he was the first back despite the drawn out fight, not a good sign. "Take this one to the cells, I'll be back with more."
~ ~ ~
Voraan seemed to be closer to the bridge than anywhere technical, and as he came out into the hall he found the ship surprisingly clean as well as advanced. A long hall laid out in front of his with locked bulkheads, save the doors to the bridge that seemed unlocked. Before he could move too far, a blue light washed over him - a scanner from a nearby surveillance camera.
"Look at this, I'm guessing pirate? You look the type, plus you crawled through the sewage line so that tells me a lot - real glad I installed those disinfectant nozzles." A woman's voice came over the PA. "What was the plan, Calico Jack? Gonna take this whole ship on your own? Gonna fly it home alone too?"