Thread: Into Western Space ( MasterOfWhispers and Ms_Muffintops)

Hey wait a moment! The gunmen responded as she began to enact her plan. He had doubts about what she was planning. Don't get Misinterpret? All Miguel could do was follow her into the dark as she made her way to that group of gun men. Though his mind knew what plan she had in mind. Miguel's heart really didn't like it. He would have preferred to shoot everyone there. But his gut feeling told him that patientce would be the greatest virtue this time. Wrath wasn't a sin he could not commit at this moment. Preparing his gun, He gazed from afar as he looked at interaction between the female bounty hunter and their mark. The war? Miguel whispered more to him as watched carefully from the the dark corner. That's not possible. The War was over 100 hundred years ago! It ended when the federation signed that peace treaty with the empire there was no way that can be possible. He watched the man carefully as he continued his movements. The moment he touched her, his blood boiled in anger. However, he managed to keep such an emotion on the down low. The mention of the war, turned his heart cold. Memories of long forgotten battles resurfaced in his mind. He loaded his revolver carefully spinning it's chamber, and holding it close to his head as if he was praying to it. His eyes closed. One of the reasons he also took this job was because Miguel was hunting for certain members of the criminal organization The Red Eye Syndicate. There were member there who have betrayed Miguel during a certain mission. Perhaps, Jackal 9 was one of the said members. His memories were a blur that day though. In fact, the memories of his entire life was a blur of the time before he entered cryostais. One feeling though was clear though. It was Hatred and a thirst for revenge. He knew he was betrayed. He just had to find out why, and get the bastards who caused him to lose one hundred years of his life. Spinning the chamber one more time, The brown coated bounty hunter charged forward from the darkness. Time slowed down for the deadly gunmen as he began to count off henchmen surrounding the man's lackey's. 'Eight assholes, including a gang leader. Six shots to take.' Miguel thought as his arm reached out already taking aim at his first target. The heat of battle was the most relaxing thing in the world to Miguel. The moment he fired again, he began feeling a type of peace that he's rarely experienced. A peace only rivaled by the times he would spend with Lily. The chamber of the barrel struck, and already, Miguel scored a clean shot at his head. The surprise attack throw all the others off guard. Most of them were scrambling for a hiding plus. Most of them would be dead by the time they would manage to find one. You mother fu- The henchmen was shot in the heart before he could get his cussing out. Blood spilled on the ground, and a puddle formed as the henchmen s body feel forward on the ground. A puddle of red appeared shortly after wards. In a matter of minutes the rest of the henchmen were dead leaving Jackal 9 alive, holding the women who he's had held dear. He made sure to leave him especially alive. We meet at least Jackal 9, funny how you mentioned the war. Miguel's eyes were murderous. One of the only henchmen that avoided getting shot tried pulling his gun out. He tried to any way. He was met by a knife in the head. Now that the distractions are out of the way. He said aiming carefully at the head of his opponent. He stared coldly at the man. You seem to no a little bit about the war. Must have been around what was it, a hundred years ago. Got all cyberdized and such. Maybe the reason why your here today. Since your so well acquainted with the war, and you have a certain connections with the red eye maybe you do better then to tell me a little about something about them. And maybe, Maybe I'll forgive you for trying to grab my girl and force her to satisfy all sorts of men. Now now, you really don't think Jackal 9 was apart of our little Unit do you. A voice called out of the darkness. A voice which sent cold blinding rage coursing through Miguel blood. Ah so the bastard is here at last. It's been a while Miguel. You look good for your age you know that. It helps when you've been locked into cryostasis for a hundred years. Miguel responded with a tone of bitter hatred. Laughter echoed in the darkness. So that's how you survived. I must say I am impressed. Then again you were always the most unpredictable one of our unit. I think half the reason we survived was because of you. Silence greeted Miguel and the voice. A silence which was only brief as he pointed his gun into the voices direction. Named a criminal organization after our little unit. I'm touched. Care to tell me who else is alive after all these years The answer never came, as siren rang out throughout the station. Warning self destruct sequence initiated. An artificial voice spoke over the loud speakers! Shit! Miguel spoke. Taking advantage of the distraction, he managed to shoot the leg of the unsuspecting Jackal 9, charged forward, and grabbed the girl. Alright princess. Think it's time you and I get out of here. Miguel responded with a daring smile. His hand's grabbed Lily's and soon he led them towards the docking bay. We'll have to take our bounty's ship I'm afraid. Miguel said as he was rushing through the corridors Sorry princess we're going to have to sacrifice your ship.. The docking bay was the shortest route they could take. He feared by the time they reached the girls ship, they'd end up with the space station blowing up, before they could even get the ship started. The sight of Jackal 9's ship was a sight to be hold. Miguel had no time to take in it's interior though as he began to operate it to get the both of the them the hell out of there. The ship rose off the ground, and the last sight Miguel saw from the space station was Jackal 9 himself rushing towards his ship, bleeding profusely from his leg. Lets get the hell out of here! Miguel smiled. He was already liking the ship they commandeered. Perhaps this would be compensation for not being able to get the full bounty.