" So yeah... I've nothing to smoke or light on fire... though maybe that man's drink could make a suitable bomb..." she said, either jokingly or seriously, it was hard to tell
...
Katarn stares at the Black Grog he left on the table when he picked up and gave the pistol, "Pfff... Science sure be a great teacher, heheh..."
' Wrote:...
She got up the rest of the way "For now I can't stay any longer, eventually someone will come looking, and it is best they not find us both here"
He was just about to go back to his chair and finish his grog when suddenly his senses picked up that same feeling by the door again. He batted his eyes once again at the entrance, expecting it to be rammed down any second.
... He was only partly right...
All of a sudden, the door bursts wide-open, and a full team of 15 Outcast Soldiers, wearing Mk VII Power Suits and armed with enough HK-9800 rifles, ammunition and grenades to take out a whole station, stormed into the pub and formed a tactical barricade in front of the door. They immediately armed their guns: 8 pointed directly at Katarn, while the rest were aimed at the various patrons in the room.
"Katarn Dragonbourne... " One of the soldiers heaves through his helmet, "You're coming with us, alive... or dead. Don Leopold sure placed a hefty bounty on your head."
Katarn grinned excitedly, "Now, now..." He eyes the 7 other soldiers pointing their guns at the other people, "... There be a reason why you need to involve these young lads and lassies?"
"It's to prevent anyone from helping YOU get away this time... You're going to surrender, Katarn... by choice, or by force." The soldiers clicked their guns at the ready.
The old vet's skin began to tingle at the potential thrill he was about to engage. He first looked around the room, then turned around to face Vixen, who was the one closest to his Black Grog.
"Lassy... Could ye be doin me a faver and throw over the mug o' poison at me?" Katarn's eyes flashed with anticipation.
Vixen's eyes sparkled, and she slid the drink over to Katarn. Flexing her left hand, which had the gun attached to it, a slight click registered an explosive shell loaded in the secondary barrel. She slowly raised her hand, and dropped her left to her waist, her finger resting on a small button, that, when pressed, would release a blast of smoke from the small canister underneath Christopher's table...or more nasty things if needed.
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
Norman looked ad Dragonbourne then at Quentin; "I've got all the time in the world, so ya can talk one at a time, However I am specifically interested in Gallia... Ever heard of it?"
' Wrote:Norman looked ad Dragonbourne then at Quentin; "I've got all the time in the world, so ya can talk one at a time, However I am specifically interested in Gallia... Ever heard of it?"
"Aye, I'd love te entertain ye, laddy, but..."
' Wrote:Vixen's eyes sparkled, and she slid the drink over to Katarn. Flexing her left hand, which had the gun attached to it, a slight click registered an explosive shell loaded in the secondary barrel. She slowly raised her hand, and dropped her left to her waist, her finger resting on a small button, that, when pressed, would release a blast of smoke from the small canister underneath Christopher's table...or more nasty things if needed.
... Katarn grabs the drink with his hand, "I be a bit too busy te entertain yer questions right now..." He then proceeds to quickly drink only a small sip, "... Ahhhh... That be good... I love this grog. It be my favorite, perfect for quenchin thirst... rememberin ol' memories... and..."
Katarn's eyes narrows down, then puts on the same grin of thrill before he turns back to the Outcast soldiers and wisks all of the rest of his drink at the unsuspecting soldiers. 10 soldiers that were clumped together were drenched in the strong alchohol, and the very thickness of the drink blocked a few of their sight visors blind, "... Relievin off all o yer problems..."
He half-turns his head back to Vixen and grins devilishly, "Out o respect o ye fer givin me drink, ye may take the first shot, lassy, if ye wish... That's the least I could do, haha! If not, then it be fine with me too..."
Vixen grinned wryly, and raised her gun. Twitching on the trigger, she first loosed a smoke shell, followed quickly by an incendary round, which hit the forward soldier clean in the chest.
With a solid *Thump* the round hit, the flames licking at the alcohol on the soldiers suit.
One of the untouched soldiers turned his gun towards Vixen. With a sweeping movement that rippled across her clothes, she released six shells, two heading through the gun, detonating the ammo, and the next four piercing the heart, head, leg, and arm of the soldier. She removed the empty clip, adding another, and the soldier dropped.
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
Vadim perked up as he heard a gunshot echo from the other side of the pub. Pulling out a compact sub-machinegun of his own, he flipped up the red dot aimsight and looked through it while walking slowly towards the cloud of smoke from which the round sounded to have fired from. He cocked the weapon and deactivated the safety, switching the gun to a three-round burst fire mode.
"What the hell is going on over there!" he yelled, finger on the trigger, left hand supporting the gun underneath his right. The weapon rested on his shoulder lightly. He activated the laser sight to complement the red dot aimsight built into the body of the gun.
' Wrote:Vixen grinned wryly, and raised her gun. Twitching on the trigger, she first loosed a smoke shell, followed quickly by an incendary round, which hit the forward soldier clean in the chest.
With a solid *Thump* the round hit, the flames licking at the alcohol on the soldiers suit.
One of the untouched soldiers turned his gun towards Vixen. With a sweeping movement that rippled across her clothes, she released six shells, two heading through the gun, detonating the ammo, and the next four piercing the heart, head, leg, and arm of the soldier. She removed the empty clip, adding another, and the soldier dropped.
The alchohol seemed to be too concentrated for its own good. The first shot that landed on the soldier burst outwards like a flash fire, not only affecting the poor soldier with 3000K of sudden heat, but also his other mates who were drenched as well...
"AAAHHH!!! FRAAAAK!!!" as the first soldier felt the marks of the woman's accuracy, the nine other soldiers frantically panicked as their suits were starting to fry and shrivel up.
"KATARN, YOU FRAAAK! I WON'T LET YOU GET AWAY!" The soldier who first spoke to Katarn let out a full 3 shots at the old veteran, and they looked like they would've met their mark...
He however managed to deflect them with his robotic arm alone: all of the plasma bolts went off to various directions (but not hitting anyone) as they hit the construct which was was engulfed with a Molecular-based shield.
The old veteran then dug deep in his right-lower trenchcoat pocket, and when his hand came out his knuckles held 4 shiny, grape-sized balls.
Still retaining his grin, he immediately threw the balls at the feet of the still-unmobilized troop. The remaining soldiers that were unaffected from the flash-fire were suddenly met with an intense burst of electricity.
Katarn then looked at his robotic arm, tapped some buttons on a panel in its forearm, and was suddenly engulfed with a vibrating Graviton Shield all over his body.
As the electrical field still went out, the old veteran dived into the crowd. He laughed and enjoyed himself as the soldiers had all their limbs fractured from Katarn using his one arm alone.
That only left the soldier who threatened him to survive relatively unharmed...
Still squirming from the intense electromagnetic shock he recieved, he was picked up with Katarn's hand, and then the old veteran looked at the bounty hunter straight in the eyes with a devilish grin, "You've disappointed me, hunter... I've expected more fun from ye... HAHAHAAAH!
"Let that be a lesson te yer boss..." He unholds the soldier who cowardly leaves his comrades in the dust...
Afterwards, he walks back to his seat and orders another Black grog from Jeremy...
Then the calf-wound he had opened up again, and he places his hand on the wound to reseal it with his strength.
Vixen sighed, pressing a button on her gun. It folded away to sit like a regular glove, and steam shot out of four points along it. Pressing a button on her belt, the small canister ejected a blast of compressed air, which cleared the smoke that remained. Sitting, she shook her head, and got a new glass of drink, this time sculling half the glass in one drink.
"This won't go down well" She muttered to herself.
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
Kane's Sabre landed in the docking bay, Kane himself, was tired.. Sooo tired, he had a long day, to long. As he exited his fighter, some dock workers walked up to him, he smiled, chuckled and payed them off to keep and eye on the ship while he got drunk in the bar.
He walked into the bar, saw the people, if anyone wanted to talk to him he'd blow them off with his middle finger, a grin and a shrug, he went and sat down at the bar, smiled at the bartender and ordered a "Sidewinder".
Then, he turned around and spoke aloud to the entire bar:
So any of you loosers want to make a extra couple of credits?
[font=Arial Black][color=#66FF99]He grinned and waited for a response..
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