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Post by Mathias on May 7, 2005 8:37:22 GMT
:To me everything looked slowed down, I could feel her fire off those shots. Two were gonna be outright misses, but the other two were going to fry my lungs from the backside. I pull the spanner through the thick air, the bolts of light streaking towards my back. I knew they were coming. The spanner head intercepts both of them though slamming it against my back each time. I was gonna have some bruises there and I'd be coughing up blood for a day or two. The force of the impacts hurl me forward and it sure as frag looked like I got hit by them anyway. I'm betting she couldn't see like I could. As I fall face first to the ground and slide across the smooth floor I whip the spanner at ankle level back towards her.:
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Post by Lady Zahra/Jules on May 7, 2005 9:10:00 GMT
She sees her other blaster just a few feet from her as she lunges for it firing off two more quick shots while letting out a scream at him.
[glow=pink,2,300]Soon the guards are going to come running here. You don't stand a chance of getting away! Admit to defeat![/glow]
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Post by Mathias on May 7, 2005 9:17:47 GMT
:The shots skip off the floor but she's right. I'm wasting to fragging much time. As I nip-up to my feet I pull Bloodsabre from its covered bucket-holster. The sinister hiss of the scarlet blade igniting echoes around me. I could feel the heat bleed up my arm. I can feel the sabre howl in my head. It wanted to taste blood, I knew it did. "You're right. It's time to end this." I stalk towards her the lightsabre swinging easiliy in my grip. I could already hear her screams or maybe its just more memories melting together with the present like whiskey over ice.:
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Post by Lady Zahra/Jules on May 7, 2005 9:20:46 GMT
Seeing this blade, her heart fills with dread. She didn't get the sense that he was a jedi. Scooting back she shoots for his hands hoping to wound them to where he would drop the blade. She keeps firing at him never stopping as he continues to gain ground on her.
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Post by Mathias on May 7, 2005 9:40:26 GMT
:It's like an echo that never quite dies away. It gnaws at the back of my mind. Sometimes I can almost convince myself it isn't there, almost. The flash of the blaster fire mingles with with the explosions of long ago. The Bloodsabre flowed in my veins as surely as my hand moved it. As blade and blaster bolt meet a rythmn begins. a song so old it's soaked into the bones of the world, battle. With each step of the dance I move closer to her. I could have bounced the first bolt back at her but that would have ended it too soon. I could feel her worry, I wanted to smell her fear. I hope this doesn't have to end with her death, I really do. 'Run girl, for frag sake just run! Don't die like this.' These are my thoughts in that small corner of my mind that remains my own. She faces HIM not me. Just Run. Step by step the dance plays towards its climax. I was almost in reach of her.:
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Post by Lady Zahra/Jules on May 7, 2005 9:49:14 GMT
Desperate to get away yet not daring to turn her back on him she kicks his left leg hard hoping to bring him down as she quickly recovers to roll away from him to put some distance between the two of them. She just needed some space. Siri had never faced such a person as him before. Still spitting blood from her mouth after his previous attack she desperately starts shooting at him again aiming for his head with one blaster and heart with another. It was her only chance.
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Post by Mathias on May 7, 2005 9:56:53 GMT
:The shot to my leg hurt but HE just filed away the pain like a bean counter. It didn't matter to HIM if I got hurt. It did by her some time which satisfied me a bit. My face was expressionless, the goggles I wear to shield my eyes looked like too black holes into oblivion, cold, inhuman and remorseless. The Dance changed as the rythmn shifted. The blood blade manages to block the bolts, twisting the long blade to intercept both at once. The twin shots would eventually get me but HE had other plans and they weren't nice ones. I thrusted out with the force again this time her right shoulder is the target.:
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Post by Lady Zahra/Jules on May 8, 2005 4:01:46 GMT
She cries out in pain as the force hits her shoulder and a crack noise is heard. Siri knows it would be useless now. Her arm falls limp and drops the blaster as she strugglers to her feet. Yet instead of running away, she tries to run past him towards her ship. If she could just get inside it and get away from here all would be ok. Keeping her other blaster aimed at him she continues to fire towards his head as quick steps back her to her ship.
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Post by Mathias on May 8, 2005 4:12:41 GMT
:She had grit, I had to give her that much. Not bright but still, not that it would help matters much. As she ran I pivoted still blocking the blaster fire but this time I tried to bounce the bolts back at her, aiming for her pumping legs.:
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Post by Lady Zahra/Jules on May 8, 2005 4:44:24 GMT
The blaster fire hits both legs and penetrate the flight suit as they burn through her calf muscles. Siri falls to the ground heavily unable to get away now. As she fell, her blaster was sent flying away from her position to somewhere she couldn't see. She was defenseless now and at the mercy of this man.
[glow=pink,2,300]You know you won't get away with this. They'll catch up to you eventually. Plus, you can't get past the security on my ship. You don't know the secret codeword or how to say it. You can't do anything without me![/glow]
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Post by Mathias on May 8, 2005 4:52:14 GMT
:I snort, now she's grasping at straws. I walk over to her pausing a out of arms reach. "Bothan Codeware makes a nice system. Voice print lock down, stress analyser and up to a five word code phrase. Too bad for you I know how to crack that system in under five. As for THEM, they won't know who to look for. Everyone who's seen me on this frag-forsaken rock is dead and there's no evidence I was ever here... Go ahead and tell them, I'm sure your past is spotless and all above board, they'll take one look at your wounds, consistant to being too close to an explosion and believe you about the bald man that kicked yer ass all over the bay. See ya in ten to twenty, Babe." With a single step I try to deliver a knock out kick to her head so I can get to my new ride.:
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Post by Lady Zahra/Jules on May 9, 2005 3:53:08 GMT
The force of the kick causes her head to whip back and hit the walk causing her to black out. She would have a horrible concussion and headache when she awoke but it bought him at least an hour to get out of there which was great news for him. Footsteps of several men running could be heard in the distance as one commands the other on what direction to span out. The guards were coming to secure the docks and port. He would have to hurry.
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Post by Mathias on May 9, 2005 4:04:20 GMT
:'It's never easy.' I mutter as I pick up her blaster. Rippint the power cell out I cross wire the plates and shove the cell back in. It would overload in ten or so minutes. I like distractions. I tossed the pistol across the bay over near the store rooms then stopped at the ramp of her ship I begin my work on the access pad. Hopefully I'm as good as I think I am.:
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Post by Lady Zahra/Jules on May 9, 2005 4:33:07 GMT
A score of guards rush onto the docks and hear the loud sound as the power cells explode. The leader barks out orders and they all converge towards the store rooms at the bay. It seems he has indeed bought some time. Yet, not much. He would still have to hurry...not to mention he needed to find a way to get away from sky patrol
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Post by Mathias on May 9, 2005 4:45:26 GMT
:The ramp finally opens. Damn I'm rusty! I snag my rucksack and head up the ramp. I can hear the beep beep beep of the Bothan security device. Had a timer too. Not a problem. Looking the cockpit over I drop to my back and wiggle under the nav console. Two clipped wires and one jumped circuit later that fancy lockout is bypassed and I'm in the pilot's seat. The ramp closes and the engines warm up. I flip the comm unit on to listen to the patrol chatter. It's gonna be tight but not impossible.:
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