Thread: Romeo, Juliet, and the Black

Earthlings were getting smarter, taking tactics from the Martians themselves had stolen and altered from Old Earth. An exploding knife was one of them. Celeste did not duck, nor cover, when the explosion happened, but she was under the realization that she was blind in all other senses of the word, besides sight, to her enemy. In the moment where her sensors were interrupted, an invisible presence knocked her hand gun from her possession then wrapped around her frame to attempt to slit her exposed throat. With a hesitation of breath, she slid to the side by a few inches, rewarding her a cut across her shoulder and an exit from the attack. Her sensors kicked back on as the combustion cleared, just as the infiltrator removed his camouflage to reveal a black entity of armor and a insignia on his shoulder. Celeste figured she could find out what it was once she brought him in for questioning and didn't bother to look for another second. Though she still had a gun on her hip, she was sure that the few moments it would take her to draw it would be riskier than a knife combat with a Terran. A radio call came out that a few of the Black Light agents had been taken out, but so had some of the other infiltrators. And though his face was concealed and anywhere else he would have been a shadow, Celeste wanted him gone. If it even was a him , with the tall, broad build it was unlikely it was a woman, but it was still possible. But highly improbable, she commentated to herself as she they circled about each other in the data bay, waiting for one to strike first. It wasn't a long time, but rather a slow moment, but she lunged forward in a ploy to have him return an attack as well. Her shoulder was still stinging a bit, but it would as the nano-bots cleaned and sealed the wound. It was not as fast a processes as it was for her suit, but soon the deep maroon-black skin shield was returned to original form and her iris monitor alerted her to the fact, as if she didn't already know. The circling began once again, as she assumed each of them heard some of their comrades falling. Why are you here? she tried, hoping she could gleam some information from him to return to the command post. In a different space, Agent Creptian might have wondered what he thought of her as she circled him. If his mind was focused on her movements or his own. She would have heard his steady beat of a heart in her ear and reminded herself that he was still human in that suit, and Terran or Martian didn't matter. But she was here, and she was vicious. To hate and hunt, men like him, like his people, was how she breathed on her home planet. He needed to go, and she needed to plant her tab. This dance was over. Locking her eyes to where his eyes should have been, she lunged and ducked, not sure if she had made contact, but she rolled across the floor and sprung to her feet to plant the tab on the main source of data boxes. Of course he would follow, but she was ready for that, and drew her gun, larger than the hand gun, but a bit more sturdy as well, pointing it in the man's direction. Last time she checked, her team was six men down, and she wasn't going to make herself the seventh. If that meant that she didn't take the Terran in for questioning, she would have to deal with that in paperwork later. Aiming for his shoulders and hips, she fired a few times, allowing herself a bit of leeway to escape the room and detonate her tab. Through the door she originated, she left, and ran a few hundred feet before detonating her tab something else she would have to explain when she got back to command post. Rolling her eyes, she tread carefully back to the docking station as a tremendous explosion fired off behind her. Oil based products, dear stars, Old Earth. Returning to the caravan of ships that were waiting innocently sparked a thought in her head. They were too innocent for her taste, but she had no other way out. Beside the escape pod. Radioing to the remaining team to take the six escape pods. The would need to double up, but the crafts were fishy. If she was the Terran commander, she would have blown them up by now. The four pilots evacuated the ships and piled into two of the pods, escaping safely. Agent Tadashi, their captain, came running towards her and urged her into the pod. We're it, he claimed and shut the pod door, then pressed the launch button. Shit, Celeste exclaimed as the pod flung itself through space. Six survived, she counted as she closed her eyes and put her head in her hands. Shit, she repeated.