Thread: Now We're Stuck Together (Tech & Candira)

It was about twenty minutes in when all hell broke loose. It was a routine operation where they'd come in and kill or subdue, or whatever came first, the crew and salvage the cargo. Their ship boarded it without incident, and everyone was ready. But they weren't expecting the GPF Galactic Police Force to be here, to be waiting. The first one who was hit was Jezzo, he was cut from the comm-link first. When they tried to regroup, both Howie and Melania were killed when they reached the rendezvous. Then the communication link went out, some kind of jamming signal most likely. The rest of the gang were on their own now, the only option left was to escape to the ship and make a hyper-jump. Though right now, the odds were against them. The trap was perfect, it had gotten most of the band of pirates so far. But not every plan was perfect, not in the slightest. A hail of ballistic bullets stormed down the hallway, ripping bits of metal shrapnel and interior wiring from the walls. A trio of GPF soldiers were positioned at the end of the corridor, each one making various 'leap frogs' of burst fire from behind cover. Their target was down the hall, positioned at the opposing corridor. He was already hurt, blood soaking through his metallic flak armor. He was alone, injured and bleeding from a botched ambush attempt. They were supposed to take him down when he took the corner, but the fatal shot missed, hitting him in the flesh area of his shoulder. Van cursed under his breath as the bullets kept him pinned at the corner, leaving little room for the man to move. He was stuck in the flight deck, learning only recently the GPF had locked the controls down to the ship. There was only one way in and out of the flight deck, and that was the hallway. The pirate had slouched down, holding his rifle close to his chest as he slowly peered from beyond the corner, quickly forced back as bullets traversed towards him. Someone come in, for fuck's sake say something! Van screamed, his finger pushing into the 'talk' function of his earpiece. But there was nothing, nothing but static. He knew three were dead already, and there was originally five including himself. Someone had to be alive, had to be surviving this trap. The pirate's bright blues stared about the current room, trying to find something to turn the tide, to give him an advantage. Then he saw it, a steel table with retractable wheels on the legs littered with various flight plans and documents. With a brush of his hand over his chin shag, he gave a wicked grin. The firing had stopped, and the masked GPF officers had looked to each other. Did he bleed out? One of them asked, having the other shrug. Slowly, one of them had taken the corner, looking to the two others. Eyes on the end, if you see him, drop him! He ordered, having the other two nod in acknowledgment. Now a trio of guns were pointed down the hall, with one of them now moving, the officer crouched and slowly making an advance down the hallway. It was a rather wide one, to accommodate the necessity of evacuation for the flight crew if a serious problem occurred. The officer kept up his approach, half-way down the hall when it happened. The massive steel table had been turned on it's smaller side, flipped up like a giant tower shield. It had been placed outside the door, causing the walking soldier to immediately fire upon it, creating various dents and spreading of shrapnel. Shit! The officer yelled out as he was littered with hot led from Van's gun, the pirate now slowly easing the the table forward with heavy pushes, using it as a bullet magnet. One of the officers quickly moved to the center of doorway, firing against it. That was my friend you bastard! He screamed in anger, emptying out his clip. The other officer stood behind the doorway on the left, looking to his comrade in panic. Get behind a wall- Fuck! Screamed the enraged officer, the table had been pushed to the ground, and kicked down the hallway with the wheels, slamming the officer into a wall and pinning him by the waist, effectively breaking his pelvis. Before the other officer could effectively fight back, Van was upon him. Van's gun was whipped against the GPF officier, causing him to stagger. The pirate then grabbed him by the head and repeatedly slammed him into the wall, thus breaking his mask and forcing splinters of metal into his face, effectively taking him out. Before the pinned officer could even try and push the table away, it was forced back into his broken pelvis painfully by Van, who was holding his gun on his shoulder, grinning with his foot on the other end of the table. Who's still alive? Like I'd fucking tell you! Van slammed his foot against the table, providing a painful reaction from the soldier who screamed out in agony. I'll ask you again, who is still alive? You bastard, you're all dead, the only one still not fucked is some bitch in cargo, she's wounded and they got her cornered, we plan to have a little fun with her then kill her, but you are gonna head to your fucking ship aren't yo- Before the soldier could finish, a bullet was planted straight into his face, piercing through the mask and between his eyes. Van gave a slight sigh, running his hand across his short blond hair. Melanie was dead, and there was only one other female that was with them. His started on his way to cargo.