Kharashrak entered the pub with a slight wobble to his walk the drink already making him tipsy, it was only his fourteenth keg of Liberty Ale... maybe they were making the crap stronger than they used to?
He noticed about 50 escaped Liberty Police trying to storm the bar. "Oy, you lot, sod off or order a bloody drink don't waste my frakking time by getting between me and the bar." Kharashrak said his voice like Crushed gravel.
"What did you say." The nearest a Rookie said turning his weapon at Kharashrak.
Kharashrak slapped the weapon out of the boys hands, he can't have been any older than eighteen. "Don't point a weapon at someone you don't intend to kill." Kharashrak said as he drew his own Class IX DeLameter pistol. "Like this."
A shot rang out the particle bolt from the pistol exploding the young rookies head. The nearest two LPI also copped it as shots from the DeLameter exploded their heads. Kharashrak looked at the dead rookies head... well where it should have been. "See son, you do it like that,"
A pair of laser bolts rang of the bulkhead above Kharashraks position. "See these boys know what i'm talking about, too bad they're so lousy at their jobs."
Flicking a switch on the DeLameter he opened fire on the LPI a dozen crimson bolts of particle energy exploding whatever part of the escaped LPI they happened to hit. In under five minutes fifteen of the escapees were dead.
Then it turned into a real firefight and Kharashrak decided to seek some cover.
In the darkening lights of Sirius space even the dead need a voice, even the dead need respect. And more importantly, the dead need to be taken home: Undertaker, Steward of the ++Tombship++
'Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it. '
"In a society that has abolished all adventure, the only adventure left is to abolish that society."
