Post by Myn Corstar on Jan 24, 2007 1:21:27 GMT -5
This is it boys. Get ready! The voice echoed through the back of Myn's head. It felt oddly faint. The rush of battle wasn't giving him the adrenaline it normally did.
Let's give some of those blue skinned scumbags hell! The voice belonged to Thrandrils. That man was dead.
Myn shook his head trying to clear it.
Come on Corstar, get your butt in gear! A man shoved Myn from behind, pushing him towards the opening into the light. He fell through without meaning to, engaging his pack on instinct and training more than on active thought.
Then he remembered.
They all died.
He looked to his right and watched Captain Odom plummet by, his torso a vaporised mash of flesh and metal. The Mercenary was stretched stiff as he fell in a slow tumble. Myn looked to his left and watched the Sargent lose a wing to anti aircraft fire. His jetpack span him out of control, colliding him with a shuttle that was going towards the surface. The shuttle exploded in a red ball of flame as the remains of the older Corellian were sucked into the turbo-shafts.
Myn looked down, not able to stand it all. He engaged his thrusters and aimed almost directly at the ground. A pop sounded on his com system and another IFF transponder winked out. A warning light flashed on and flashed off again as the armor began to glow a bright red color as it descended through the atmosphere much faster than it was intended to.
Jacobs flew in at a higher decent angle, passing Corstar on the way down. A laser turret fired twice, taking the pack off the man's body. Myn dove to rescue his friend.
Pull up! Jacob's voice yelled. Echos reverberated through Myn's mind.
I can make it. Myn replied over the com. They weren't conscious words that he had issued purposely. Myn didn't think anything of it.
We're descending too fast! Pull up you idiot! PULL UP
Myn grabbed his friend's hand and pulled up with the controls. He felt another pop in the armor system and a burning pain as shrapnel from an anti aircraft cannon ripped through Jacobs and into the Echani Mercenary.
Myn heard a distinct ringing as he fell towards the ground. Before the light faded, he realized it was his own screaming.
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"WAKE UP."
Myn lifted his head from the bartable and instantly grimaced. The right side of his helmet was covered in a brownish muck. He looked at the man addressing him. It took a moment to register that he was the bartender.
"If you're going to sleep, you can do it outside. I have other customers..."
Myn dropped a fifty credit chit on the table and pushed it towards the man. "Corellian ale. And your silence."
The creditchit disappeared as if it was a magician's act. The bartender soon followed suit.
Myn surveyed the bar yet once more. He hadn't slept since he had left Jabiim. He hadn't slept on that planet either. He looked down at his armor system, his weapons were still maglocked in place. The jawas had definately done their best at defeating it. A series of tools lay about the table and floor.
As the bartender came back, he left the drink and stood expectantly. Myn rolled his eyes and gave him another five credits before taking off his helmet. The man took the credits and left.
"I hope the bounty hunter's guild hasn't fallen that far from the public eye." Myn muttered. He had sent a message to the guild about his return. He wasn't sure if it had made it or not, but he was hoping for both information and a temporary job. He definitely hadn't come to the wrong place.
Let's give some of those blue skinned scumbags hell! The voice belonged to Thrandrils. That man was dead.
Myn shook his head trying to clear it.
Come on Corstar, get your butt in gear! A man shoved Myn from behind, pushing him towards the opening into the light. He fell through without meaning to, engaging his pack on instinct and training more than on active thought.
Then he remembered.
They all died.
He looked to his right and watched Captain Odom plummet by, his torso a vaporised mash of flesh and metal. The Mercenary was stretched stiff as he fell in a slow tumble. Myn looked to his left and watched the Sargent lose a wing to anti aircraft fire. His jetpack span him out of control, colliding him with a shuttle that was going towards the surface. The shuttle exploded in a red ball of flame as the remains of the older Corellian were sucked into the turbo-shafts.
Myn looked down, not able to stand it all. He engaged his thrusters and aimed almost directly at the ground. A pop sounded on his com system and another IFF transponder winked out. A warning light flashed on and flashed off again as the armor began to glow a bright red color as it descended through the atmosphere much faster than it was intended to.
Jacobs flew in at a higher decent angle, passing Corstar on the way down. A laser turret fired twice, taking the pack off the man's body. Myn dove to rescue his friend.
Pull up! Jacob's voice yelled. Echos reverberated through Myn's mind.
I can make it. Myn replied over the com. They weren't conscious words that he had issued purposely. Myn didn't think anything of it.
We're descending too fast! Pull up you idiot! PULL UP
Myn grabbed his friend's hand and pulled up with the controls. He felt another pop in the armor system and a burning pain as shrapnel from an anti aircraft cannon ripped through Jacobs and into the Echani Mercenary.
Myn heard a distinct ringing as he fell towards the ground. Before the light faded, he realized it was his own screaming.
-----
"WAKE UP."
Myn lifted his head from the bartable and instantly grimaced. The right side of his helmet was covered in a brownish muck. He looked at the man addressing him. It took a moment to register that he was the bartender.
"If you're going to sleep, you can do it outside. I have other customers..."
Myn dropped a fifty credit chit on the table and pushed it towards the man. "Corellian ale. And your silence."
The creditchit disappeared as if it was a magician's act. The bartender soon followed suit.
Myn surveyed the bar yet once more. He hadn't slept since he had left Jabiim. He hadn't slept on that planet either. He looked down at his armor system, his weapons were still maglocked in place. The jawas had definately done their best at defeating it. A series of tools lay about the table and floor.
As the bartender came back, he left the drink and stood expectantly. Myn rolled his eyes and gave him another five credits before taking off his helmet. The man took the credits and left.
"I hope the bounty hunter's guild hasn't fallen that far from the public eye." Myn muttered. He had sent a message to the guild about his return. He wasn't sure if it had made it or not, but he was hoping for both information and a temporary job. He definitely hadn't come to the wrong place.