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Post by bandgeek on Feb 6, 2013 20:07:36 GMT -5
Well, she couldn't really say it'd been awhile since she'd been back in the Under City. But, she could say that it had been awhile since she was actually down in the Under City for anything other than business. Business meaning to shoot some non-human beasts. And now she was back down here because, well she didn't have anywhere else to go. Before she lived in the men's barracks... now that she was taken off the force, well she had no home.
A small part of her wondered if they would send the guards after her now. Considering that they'd made a deal; if she wasn't on the force, she was to be jailed and charged as a common thief. Meaning mens jail for her, again. Scary thought, especially without Sion there to comfort her.
The thought of the soft faced guard caused her to pause, sucking in a deep breath as she recalled their recent encounter. Probably their last too. A twinge of sadness hit her, but she tried to ignore it. The man didn't even know her name... or he had. Somehow he had, as he used her name to wake her.
With a sigh, she continued down the ramp and back into the Under City.
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Post by Dez1320 on Feb 7, 2013 22:50:33 GMT -5
"Ghikokanga, mekano iba-batsi me a targo." muttered several alien gang-members as they hid in the long corridor, awaiting their next victim. Their rifles were set and their knives sharpened. The next one to walk down this hallway would be jumped or killed. Footsteps echoed from the end of the hallway, the sound waves echoing off the metallic walls.
"Biko minga jetana..." whispered the gang leader. They lined the opposite ends of the hallway, hid between the indents in the wall. Their rifles were pointed outwards, waiting for their unsuspecting prey.
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Post by bandgeek on Feb 7, 2013 23:10:50 GMT -5
The girl sighed heavily, paying little attention to her surroundings. The Under City... well it wasn't a place she expected to have to be living in any time soon. If things had gone her way, she'd have done her time as a guard and when they finally had to get rid of her, she'd have to units to be able to stay up in the Upper City. At least stay up there long enough to get a new job and pay for her way up there.
At least she'd gotten her papers, so if she chose to return to the Upper City anytime soon, there wouldn't be much a hassle. The guards that were on duty had known her, and were asking questions. But she really didn't know how to answer them... How did you tell your friends that you got yourself and probably one of their other friends fired? Not without difficulty.
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Post by Dez1320 on Feb 7, 2013 23:19:25 GMT -5
Two guards stood at the ramp base, conversing subtly. They noticed the girl waling towards them and took a stoic stance. "Authentication citizen." one demanded while the other raises his rifle.
Suddenly, and without warning, both their bodies dropped to the floor with bloody holes glaring through their shining armor. Behind the slumped corpses were 5 gang members holding various pistols, rifles, and knives. "Bekana baka muki knao-metsa!" one shouted threateningly, "Drop your weapons or be shot! We aren't joking around, girl!"
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Post by bandgeek on Feb 7, 2013 23:26:02 GMT -5
Arrow raised an eyebrow at the aliens, holding back a laugh. Though it really wasn't an amusing situation, just the language most aliens spoke had always amused her so. But the bodies at her feet indicated she really should not laugh, and that this was very real.
Again, she completely forgot about her bow on her back. Not that she had any arrows, they wouldn't give her any back. But she still had the wooden weapon. Yes, wooden. It was always awkward for her among the archers, as they all had fancy metal bows. Though she preferred her wooden instrument, and it didn't bother her that much. With a shrug, she put her palms up and took a step back. "I don't have any weapons.", and a few seconds later she mumbled, "-imbeciles."
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Post by Dez1320 on Feb 7, 2013 23:29:41 GMT -5
The gang leader barked an order at his group of thugs, "Zyna-baka meanaloni asa jangar." They encircled arrow, one coming up to her and sending his boot hurtling at her face. The others chuckled in amusement as this was done atleast 4 times. "Bekano mima guchi" said the gang leader at last as they attempted to pick her up and drag her down the corridor.
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Post by bandgeek on Feb 7, 2013 23:38:21 GMT -5
Each kick was expertly avoided, the benefits of being short and quick, except for the last, the disadvantage of being small and fragile. It sent her right to the ground, and she scowled at the thugs laughing at this. It was like they wanted her to be embarrassed, they should be the embarrassed ones.
They attempted to drag her down the corridor, and at first she fought this. Then, a plan formed in her head. Giving up the fight, as if she was too tired to continue(actually she probably had a broken nose at this point), she allowed them to drag her.
Just long enough to reach the bodies. As soon as they passed, she grabbed one of the rifles and, without bothering to aim, fired multiple shots. Pulling out of the thugs grasp, she dashed a few yards and slid behind cover. Awaiting return shots, she quickly assessed herself. Nothing broken, but her nose was bleeding and a possible concussion.
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Post by Dez1320 on Feb 7, 2013 23:43:59 GMT -5
"Bako kana-!" shouted an alien in pain as he slammed into the floor, now a mere corpse. The others dashed behind debris, returning pistol and rifle shots. Squeezes of triggers sent blaster fire spiraling down the entrance way. Flash from the shots reflected off the slightly-shiny walls and floor, lighting it a glowing red.
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