Thread: Romeo, Juliet, and the Black

Apparently I've brought a gun to a knife fight, she thought to herself as the knife breezed past her cheek and then shoulder as she pirouetted around the Terrestrial. Sheathing her gun, Celeste pulled her own blade from its encasing on her right hip. The metalloid reflected the lights of the data room, flashing blues and greens as she pressed her back against the data box. This is Agent Creptian, of ISTC, you are in violation of the Articles of ISTC, Line 156E. You must submit to questioning or face lawful punishment, she urged, but knew there was little to say to an Earthian. They were so hard-headed and stubborn. Plus, she liked a good fight, and hoped he wouldn't stand down. Spilled Earthian blood would slide from her blade sweetly. Pulling her iris monitor up, she identified his location in relation to her own. This was going to be too easy. Another invader was signaled by her captain as she snuck around the data boxes, using the anti-gravity soles of her shoes to her advantage for silence. As her right hand steadied the serrated blade, her left moved to the handgun in the small of her back. It was her personal gun, her favorite, but sanctioned for use by the Martian bureau of Defense for her use only. Kill on sight, or bring in for questioning? she radioed quietly as she sunk around another corner. Celeste couldn't tell where he was by her sight, but she knew about where he should be due to his heat signature and the dead give away beat of his heart. Steady , she noted, giving him a bit of credit, though chalking it mostly up to ignorance of not knowing what he was truly dealing with. Questioning, Command replied, and she felt her heart sink a bit. She was quite excited to kill one of them , but alas, torturing him would have to do. Protocol dictated she had to give him one last chance, even if it gave up her position, Again, you are in violation of the Articles of ISTC, Line 156E. You must submit to questioning or face lawful punishment. Please, just give me a reason to injure you, she taunted. A second later, she heard parts of her team in combat. Not alone, I see... she thought as she swung to strike with her knife, still holding the handgun. If needed, it could be used as a blunt object to hit the violator with. Her knife made no contact, so she struck at what seemed to be empty air again. Then, she tried the gun, aiming at what should have been his foot according to the heat sensors. A sharp ping was heard, alerting her to the fact that the hollow-point pullet had not, in fact, reached the soft flesh of its target. Her eyes tracked a slight movement in the space in front of her. Camouflage, as she suspected. That was well enough, she would have some explaining to do if they knew she used hollow-points in the gun anyways. Another strike with her right hand awarded her a muffled sound of surprised pain, the knife must have been sharper than he thought, as it sliced through the armor easily, leaving a tag of blood along what seemed to be the side of his arm. Celeste wasn't sure, but she was sure it hurt because of the serrations of the knife. But not as suspected, the suit sealed its self and the wearer was once again invisible to her eye.