LaxKnight wrote:Jack yet again found himself nearly swept off his feet as Risky whisked him off toward somewhere with more space. He didn’t really hear the shouts for he dismissed them for disgruntled from the lack of music. Instead, his thoughts were swimming with what he was about to do. Jack never played for so many people before. What if they didn’t like him? What if a string snapped? What would he even play? He didn’t want to play something offensive and all he could think of were military songs.
His purple eyes looked to Risky. He didn’t want to disappoint her. She was looking back to him to say something and he was going to give her a smile when the familiar sound of a stubgun echoed through the air. His face instantly went to terror as blood spilled and Risky began to go fall. Almost instinctively he pulled her toward him.
No no no! Emperor please no! he thought frantically as he quickly knelt down and tried to look for a pulse, even though he was fairly certain he knew the answer, Please still be alive.
There’s a pulse. Emperor’s Throne, she’s alive, bleeding, but alive. If the bleeding is stopped, she’d make it. Of course, she’s in a bit of shock right now. She’s mumbling about not understanding what just happened, why her arm feels heavy, how her dress got ruined, how Jack’s shades look awesome, and his butt, and other incoherent babbling.
A rough hand pulls Jack up, “Get outta here!”
It’s the man who stepped on his foot earlier.
“If you get separated from your squad you’ll be easy pickings!”
CyGamer wrote:Krast was still trying to learn something from Bo, and with the feeling of being watched he was edgy. When things broke out he instinctively reached for his hellgun, and swore when he grasped empty air. Then gun shots went off, and the crowd panicked, whirling around him and Bo, who was still too drunk to figure anything out. Krast turned around, seeing the Baracans getting ready to run, as someone broke from the crowd.
“Ah throne, why can’t anything go right!?” He yelled, reaching for his autogun tucked into his pants, when he heard someone cry out behind him. He turned, seeing the traitor charge him with an ice pick, a look of panic in his eyes, there wasn’t enough time to draw, and could he run around? Everything slowed, till Bo spun around and knocked the weapon away, stopping both him and the traitor. That’s when Krast got mad. He stood up, puffing his chest a bit as a dark look cane over his face. The Cadian was much taller than the villager, and wider too.
“Alright then, let me show you what we do with traitors on Cadia.” He growled, flying forward with his arms out.
((4u1=2+4 forceful for a total of 6))
In a flash, Krast was on top of the man, fist cocked back as he brought down a haymaker right to the face.
Krast feels the satisfactory crunch of the man’s cartilage breaking, shattering the attacker’s nose.
“Ock, my nobe!” he wails, falling from his feet. He tries to stop the blood flow as he begins to crawl away, but he’s blocked as the frenzied mob stops his hands.
Before Krast can give chase, he hears a yelp. A plate of scones rolls towards him as he sees Agatha, the kind old lady, pushed to the ground by panicking party peoples. She’ll be trampled…
But...if Krast helps her, his attacker might slip away. Worse still...there are three more attackers who have lost sight of the Bacarans. It’s only a matter of time before they turn to him.
As they continued to listen to the constant dribble being directed at them, the unsavoury glares did not go unnoticed by the two Bacarans. But they were promptly ignored. Not to say they didn't note it, though such glares were common for the penal soldiers. Though everything changed as the shoots range out.
Immediately the two sprung into action, standing and heaving their packs onto their backs. Nov-dog was the first to notice the threat. He quickly took up a stance, drawing his machete for the coming fight. But as the crowd slowed the aggressors, the Bacarans turned and bolted. As much as they would have relished a chance to fight, the danger of being blindsided from any direction by anyone was too great. It was best to at least get out of the crowd and to the tank, their best escape option.
As the two made a b line for the vehicle, Joseph bellowed as he forged a path for him and Nov-dog through the crowd, "Everybody get down, get down!
". Hopefully everyone would hear him over the panic. Not only would those who were innocent be safer from stray rounds, but their path to the tank would be easier.
[[Roll to leg it to the tank=2+3 quick=5
Roll to get people down=0+0 flashy=0
The duo easily slip away from their attackers, though their voices are not heard above all the hullabaloo. The crowd continually blocks their path forcing them to detour around many fearful refugees, and some aggressive looking thugs.
The Chimera is just a small ways away when they see Korvo waving his hands wildly at them. Trying to get their attention.
“Over here! Your friend needs help!”
Johannes Wyss von Krieg wrote:
Unit #8-318 was already running towards the IFV, though the enemy's sudden and violent reaction was an unfurtunate -it puts no changes in their plans.
With the vehicle's doors were already sealed and her having the keys, it fell upon Erika to provide security for their means of escape.
The Kriegerin unlocked the back hatch and opened it wide, hopped in and unholstered her laspistol."ALL GUARD FORCES TO EMBARK!"
#8-316 yelled and waved for the Imperials to come closer.
From this position, almost impervious to small arms fire, she let friendlies pass in and fired at the incoming hostiles -blowing up their heads clean off.Killing Traitors:
Rolled: 2+3(Quick) +?(Aspect: Critical Hit) =5+? TOTAL
If Kriegers felt emotion, Erika is sure her superiors would be proud of her marksmanship, too bad they aren’t around to see it. The traitors surrounding the transport fall, many dropping bags of what appear to be homebrewed explosives. Luckily none go off.
Seeing the carnage, the non-hostiles begin fleeing away from the chimera, giving Erika more space to defend the entry, though not far enough to stop delaying the her comrades.
Suddenly a space appears, and Freed steps through the mass of people. In his hands he holds a heavy stubber. He’s eyes are wild as he aims towards the chimera.
“A few more bullet holes won’t make much of a difference.”
[[For sake of simplicity and that no one dies while away:
Lourne is still with Krast, and will stick with him until Heart|Soul says otherwise.
Raymond is in a position where he can see the Chimera and the Bacarans. He’ll make his way to the Chimera and board until Commissar Cat says otherwise.
O’Toole is also cans see the Chimera and Jack. He’ll make his way to the Chimera and board Until QuothTheRaven says otherwise.
Faeburn is with Erika, and will stick with here until NicklausOfKrieg says otherwise.]]