BV35 Everything HurtsBV35 Everything Hurts by NeoPaladinOfLight
Two large pulse blasts are fired at me. They comin' in at breakneck speeds. Like bullets. I'm too tired to move. My legs aren't cooperatin'. I remember the pain I felt the last time one of those blasts hit me.
This ain't gonna be pleasant.
Then comin' in—like a blur—is the homegirl. Mera-Ven rushes to my side, grabs my arm, an' pulls me outta the pulses' path. The pulses splat against the wall, send out an electrical charge that makes the lights flicker.
Then I see Rutra hoverin' in overhead. Never been happier to hear that dude's buzzin' wings. Was hearin' it before. A couple of the soliders are lyin' on the ground cuz of him. He's been puttin' in work while I been gettin' my butt beat by this knight. Now he's flyin' by my side an' shootin' at the knight.
The knight jus' stands there. He's unfazed by everything goin' on. Jus' standin' there holdin' his sword in one hand, an' mine in the other. I'm kinda salty right now. I think he knows it. I think the reason he's standin'
BV34 Ready for the WorstBV34 Ready for the Worst by NeoPaladinOfLight
Mera's fast when she runs. It's takin' everything I've got to keep up, an' I'm still trailin' behind her. I'm huffin' an' puffin', makin' sure to breath in through my nose an' out my mouth. The sword I'm holdin' is lightin' up. The blue aura comin' from it covers my whole bein'. It makes the trek easier.
All along the halls, we see the same thing. Bodies on top of bodies. Most of 'em are the crew. Littered every which way. They've been beaten, shot up, torn up, blistered, dismembered. Their blood, as varied in color as can be, stains the floors.
A short while ago, Kal-Artang tol' me this was the last of our ships left in the fleet. Said it was up t'us to fight an' take it back. When I told Mera, she seemed to take those words to heart. She's fightin' for a cause: her right to live.
We make our way to the upper deck of the ship. Definitely a lot more action goin' on in this part of the hall. Looks like this is where most of the fight's been centered in on. From the looks of it, the poli
BV33 Plan's Still the SameBV33 Plan's Still the Same by NeoPaladinOfLight
I duck down, crouch, an' pull my arms an' legs in to cover the rest of my body. Think I've finally reached my limit here. Their weapons're too much for me. Little pieces of fire, bolts, shells, an' bullets comin' from every which way. I'm holdin' out for now, takin' as much punishment as I can bear. But in like the next two minutes, I'mma be out.
I see the smoke kick up around me from where the stray shots are missing. A few of the blasts end up plowin' through the floor. Those that don't – well, you can imagine.
I'm startin' to smell blood. The shots are finally piercin' through my skin. Dang, I can't even remember the last time I been cut. Haven't so much as had a paper cut since my ST developed. When was that? Seventh? Eighth grade? That was four years ago.
Then it feels like my insides are bein' sucked outside. The feeling jus' lasts a short moment. Hardly longer than a second, but when it stops, the pain stops. I'm not gettin' bombarded with bullets anymore. I open my eyes,
BV32 You See Their Uniforms?BV32 You See Their Uniforms? by NeoPaladinOfLight
I make my way down the hall. Manage to get to an open area hanger type area
There're more of those armored soldiers on board. Tearin' stuff up. The pirates are doin' what they can, though. Definitely not goin' down without a fight.
The soldiers are comin in from the ceilings now. Like some sorta swat force. They slide down on cables or ropes. What's the word I'm lookin' for? Falling? No, it's like a controlled descent. They're uh—ooh, I know this—rappelling! Yeah, that's it. They're rappelling down from the ceiling, controlling their descent with one arm and carrying their heavy duty firearm in the other. They're shootin' us like crazy. Everyone's a target in their eyes. Don't matter who, how, or why. Plasma bullets, bolts, electrical pulses, they dang near got a gun or rifle for it all.
The pirates wield their weapons wildly. There's no form or order, especially compared to the soldiers. They shoot up at whatever's shooting at them.
I see a spiked crab lookin' dude